Just a sittin' and and a grinin'

Sitting in the morning sun
we'll be sitting when the evening comes
Watching the trucks roll in
And we watch 'em roll away again

Yes we're sittin' in the service bay
Watching the day roll away
We're just sitting in the service bay
Wasting time

We left our home in Carson
Headed for an eastern stay
'Cause we had nothing to wait for
looked like everything was headed our way

[chorus]
Looks like all the tires are gonna change
Hope nothing still remains the same
We can't leave 'till they do what they have to do
So I guess we'll remain all day

Sittin' here resting our bones
And this boringness won't leave us alone
It's three thousand miles we roamed
Just to make this tire store our home

Yes we're sittin' in the service bay
Watching the day roll away
We're just sitting in the service bay
Wasting time

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Yup, Otis Redding said it best. We're sitting in the tire store waiting and waiting and waiting while they turn a 60 minute job into an all-day affair. Of course we can't bitch too much. They did rescue us off the highway. Trouble is, we got back here at 2:00 p.m. It's now a quarter to five and they've finished precisely one tire. Not sure how anyone can move that slow, but Concetta and I are sitting in the waiting room -- thankfully air conditioned -- and wasting time.