Pro — Pitstop

He tapped the tablet. A schematic of the Prius bloomed in the air.

“Relax,” he said. “You’ve come to the right place. We don’t just fix cars.” pitstop pro

“You owe me six dollars,” she said.

His first customer of the morning was a terrified teenager in a beat-up Prius. “Please,” the kid said, “I have a job interview. The red triangle of death came on.” He tapped the tablet

A sign, flickering with the sickly pink glow of a neon tube that had seen better decades: ” the kid said