What a feeling is beleiving!

It’s a minor service; your car will be ready in about 2 hours-, the Toyota dealer says-, I’ll call you as soon as it’s ready.
It’s 9am, I brought my laptop with me because I already planned everything: I’m going to the Denny’s that is right on this same Ave, I eat a wonder GRAND SLAM, I hang out there and continue my translation until they call me.

At 11, the Toyota dealer calls, tells me the bad news: the brakes and the band need to be replaced. Instead of 98$ it’s going to be 644$. What??? Ok, so be it. (I’m a neophyte when it comes to cars, so I guess what needs to be done, needs to be done.) How long is it going to take? Just 4 hours more. What??? So, I smile to the waitress, she asks if I need anything else. Since I’m cozy on my sunny corner and I don’t want to be kicked out, I order more food.

After 2 eggs, 2 sausages, 2 bacons, 2 pancakes, 2 coffees, and a burger with fries, A-HA – well, I’m just about to explode and all I want is to get out of there and walk. Two more hours to kill. Shit. I’m heading Third street Promenade when suddenly I see “SPA special: get a 1/2 hour facial plus a 1/2 hour full body massage for 79.99”. That sounds like deal. (If I’m pampering my car, why not pampering myself.)

Oh boy! What a feeling. I don’t know what was worse, if the German esthetician that kept on squeezing the shit out my poor face-, excuse me-, extracting all the dirt(Are you ok, Ja? Ja, yaaaaaauch!) Or the Chinese lady that was as gentle as a truck driver, didn’t speak a word of English and literally massacred my back, my neck and my feet. (hold on! Is she really going to step on my lower baaaaaaaaaaaaaawhat a f!@#$%^&*!). All while my stomach is full and she kept on burping some insanely stinky gases. Lady, is this a war? Cause if you keep on bombarding me like that I swear to God that…Never mind.

Three kilos less of dirt out of my face, and 300 bruises more all over my body afterward, I’m finally out of there feeling… let's just say teary and nauseous. I’m thinking: “the only way I can fight off that smell out of my nasals, is annihilating all my smell senses with a cigarette". I WANT A FUCKING CIGARETTE!
I’m on my fourth day without a cigarette. I’m craving one and I think the onion smell of her burps penetrated all and every single one of my pores. I need a cigarette, a wc, and a shower, like right now.
I call Toyota. Oh! Half hour more. I keep on walking. I see another AD:

I call the Dr. He says : “you don’t qualify if you already started quitting” to which I immediately answer “Noooo!!! sir, see, I’m kind of slowing it down, not fully quit yet”. He hesitates and gives me a shot.
Guess what I did next: I ran to CVS,- yes to the pharmacy of course-, and bought 2 packages of smokes. It’s not my choice, let’s make that clear, it’s for the sake of research. So here I am again, smoking like a pipe.
But I know I'm going to pick up a DAY. D Day. I believe in me, yes! and what a feeling is believing!