"What's up?" I asked.
"Look," Ash said, scrolling. "Check out what happened to a friend of mine."
Quoth Ash's buddy:
About a week ago, the ABS light blinked on in my car. I'd noticed some odd grinding when shifting from reverse to drive, and it had been a while since I had my brakes checked, so I made an appointment to have it diagnosed.
I brought in the vehicle today and the mechanic stated that it would be about 20-30 minutes for them to take a look and write up an estimate. 20-30 minutes' worth of walking around the area later, I returned to the shop.
The man greeted me again, and said that there were a couple of issues that they came across. "First, the rotors are ground down pretty rough, and need to be replaced."
"Well, crap," I thought to myself, since I knew that would set me back a couple hundred bucks.
"Second, we took a look under the hood, and found a nest of baby squirrels."
There are, indeed, pictures. (The mechanics got the nest out, but the squirrels retreated into hidey-holes, so our hero drove home with three young squirrels chittering away under his hood.)
