That sinking feeling that you get when you realize that the entire underside of your car is falling off. All you hear is the scraping of metal on concrete as you smell the progressive burning with every mile.
You drive to the repair shop, stopping off at the bank to make sure that you have enough liquid finances to cover what's certain to be a ridiculously high bill.
"No worries sir. We fixed it. There's no charge."
Huh?
"It was a simple fix. Took us no time. Have a great day!"
Best. Mechanic. Ever.
I know absolutely nothing about automobiles. To me, they're magical horseless carriages that are designed by robots to fail. When they break, I am at your mercy.
You had every opportunity, but thank you dearly for not swindling me, Mr. Canadian Tire.
Friendly and honest. The highest compliment you can give an auto shop.