A few years ago, I took my beloved Acura to the tire store for new tires. As I was sitting on their crappy molded plastic chairs at a Formica table working away on my laptop, a cheesy 20-something sales guy approached me and asked if I would like a free alignment. “I don’t have a problem.” “But it’s free. No obligation”, he goes on. “Ah what heck, go ahead.” He returned a few minutes later as I’m hammering away on my laptop and he says my wheels should be aligned because…whatever. I put on a scrunchy-face look and decide that…
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