Hunh. That would explain why I seem to run through it so fast. "How much?" I ask.
"It'll be $250." She tells me. Somewhere in the distance, I think she's explaining how the jet alone costs 150. I'm laughing so hard I can't be certain.
"You're telling me it's 250 to fix a leak?" I ask her. "Don't you guys have a roll of duct tape lying around?"
Pause. Then a sound that might be strangled laughter. "I'm sorry sir, we don't do those kinds of repairs."
I told her to skip it. I figure if the windshield gets dirty, I can just wipe it off with the two hundred and fifty dollars I'll have in my pocket.
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