[alt text: a pair of text posts from Tumblr. This first post, by possessive-suggestions, says: "…They did what… to you?
No.
I will make them pay. You’re fucking mine. And nobody, nobody, lays a goddamn finger on you." The second post, by trainthief, says: “Me when I get my car back from the mechanics and the adjustment on my seat is all wrong”.]
“Why the fuck do they always change the presets on my radio?!”
So I had a truck in the mid 90s with a back massage built in, it had 5 position settings and 3 intensities.
I’m telling you this because when left on and the truck was turned off, it would start with the vehicle at the default setting: directly under the ass and at 2 intensity… It never really bothered me until one day I got a very telling look from a mechanic when he handed it over.
