Thank goodness for places like this, for without them, my wallet would be much lighter. After much searching, dis-assembly, experimentation, sweat, blood, and not so much tears, we found a replacement to my broken windshield wiper assembly. Sure, we thought we had it after the first car, and the second, all the way down to the fifth. Even when my father wanted to return empty handed, I looked down the last row of twisted steel to find a almost unrecognizable 96 Mazda Protegé like my own. It really is in the last place that you look, and this one worked! It's even in my car right now, cleaning the windshield with ease. So now that I've saved over 150 smackers, I'm happy. Well....
Except for the fact that a little kid tried to pick pocket me while we were there, that really sucked.
