My first car was a POS Ford Taurus hand-me-down; a few months after I got it I noticed it was getting harder and harder to steer. I took it into a mechanic who a friend had recommended; I was mentally preparing myself for being told the repair would be way more than I could justify spending on that old car.

I got the call. "Uh, yeah, there was a screw loose in the power steering system."

"What? Uh, how much is that going to run me?"

"Like nine bucks, I guess?"

When I got divorced and moved back to my hometown, I was actually more broken up about losing that mechanic.