Now that Megaplex is over, I’m like. Trying to recover, but I know I won’t be able to.

Thursday afternoon, right before I was supposed to meet Charlie to help him set up our table, my car suddenly stopped accelerating, no matter how far I pressed the gas. Luckily, I was right — —by the mechanic I usually go to, so I inched my way to them and left my car there. The next morning, they told me that my transmission needed to be replaced. I horribly, stupidly mis-read their quoted price as $280, but it was actually $2,800. I had accidentally approved the—