Forty-seven times.
I had photographs.
Dates.
Tire measurements.
Weather conditions.
I even had a spreadsheet.
Because that’s what engineers do when something is wrong long enough—we stop reacting emotionally and start collecting data.
At first, I tried being reasonable.
The first time it happened, I walked over politely.
“Hey,” I’d said with an awkward smile, “would you mind using the …
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