Why I Love Living In The Ghetto

I live in a working class neighborhood surrounded by ghettos. And while there is the occasional murder, there are perks. Like when my beloved station wagon just up and died on me, timing belt worn to bits. Every decent working class neighborhood has a driveway mechanic. Unfortunately mine was too sick to work on my car, but he had a friend. Now here is the perk, my neighbor's friend fixed the timing belt, a feat that involves removing the front of the motor, in less than eight hours. And the grand total was $200 in labor and less than $20 in parts. How much would a garage charge for same day service? I don't even want to imagine.

It's worth the danger in my book.