To illustrate how unreasonable Sett was, I won’t tell you about how he makes me pay for my shop overalls, with Sett’s Foreign & Exotic Car Service embroidered on the bib in gold script lettering (Sett, having delusions of grandeur, thinks his establishment is one of those pristine exclusive service centers catering to the ultra-wealthy, the 1%, but really he’s a guy in a gutted Mobil station with two bays, and garage doors you gotta pull down with a cord), but what I can tell you about, is the time he put an entire box of kitty litter into the oil well of my brand spanking new Mustang GT…
