If Speedy Zone were cursed, then Sunray's was doomed.

It was a gorgeous Monday morning with happy birds tweeting to each other. Boxy whistled while he puttered about in the garage. It might as well have been pouring toxic squids from the sky though. We'd been open since seven, and not one customer had shown up for their appointment. No one had dropped by to complain about squeaky brakes or leaking fluids. Not one single person was brave enough to walk past without spying me first ...