*Sorry for the angry title.*
I haven’t blogged for a little while. I know I need to do it more, it’s good for the soul.
I’m using it today to rant. Properly RANT.
The story starts a couple of weeks ago. I walked past the service department at work and a lady was shouting at a service advisor. I don’t know the situation or why she was shouting but I knew the reason. She was lashing out because she was scared of the situation she was in. Unfamiliar territory, most women I know will openly admit they will send their husbands, Dad’s, or any man in their life to deal with their car rather than go and sort it themselves. Why is that? They don’t do that with any other part of their lives.