its the kind of morning where, if i were still Catholic, I'd be on my knees begging St Jude.
Something like,
Blessed St Jude, please ask God to smite the shit out of policies and procedures and parts desks and everything that stands in the way of having a set of goddamn tires installed in a timely matter.
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