I needed to get the studded snow tires off the Subaru, so soon after my husband left for work, I took the car to the Les Schwab on the south side of town.
There was already a line there, and even though some were there to pay and pick up the cars left the day before, the wait room looked rather full.
When it was my turn, I said I'd wait.
"It is going to be a few hours," he warned me.
"That's fine; I'll take a walk."
So I did. The walk was over a mile, and my time was good, for having to wait at each of the stoplights. Back to the apartment, where I took the other car to run my errands.
Sing it!
"Look for the sign you're in Les Schwab country,
Les Schwab, the store with tires for you"
There was already a line there, and even though some were there to pay and pick up the cars left the day before, the wait room looked rather full.
When it was my turn, I said I'd wait.
"It is going to be a few hours," he warned me.
"That's fine; I'll take a walk."
So I did. The walk was over a mile, and my time was good, for having to wait at each of the stoplights. Back to the apartment, where I took the other car to run my errands.
Sing it!
"Look for the sign you're in Les Schwab country,
Les Schwab, the store with tires for you"
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