Unemployed writers probably aren't supposed to be tooling around town in a Mercedes. We're probably expected to be driving banged up '92 Chevy Cavaliers or something. But when your father-in-law runs a European car repair shop, you never know what can happen.
I didn't have much better to do, so I hung out at the shop yesterday afternoon. Drove some customers home who dropped off cars for repair (including the aforementioned Mercedes), made a parts run. Basically a gofer.
I should have done it years ago. Taking a closer look at how things are done actually might have helped on some old writing assignments. Oh, well.
We'll see what today brings.
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