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I was crouched over the hood at 8:12 a.m., the air in Mount Pleasant still damp from last night's rain, and my hands smelled faintly of isopropyl and coffee. The shop window across the street read "PPF Bancouver" in a font so cheerful it almost made me laugh. My friend Mark was running late, of course, caught in the Burrard Bridge backup that eats twenty minutes off any plan that looks even remotely optimistic. We had driven out because he wanted someone to check that th

I was hunched over the steering wheel, rain stinging the windshield like tiny needles, when the shop finally texted "we can see it at 10:30." It was 10:12, I had a thermos with lukewarm coffee between my knees, and my friend's old Subaru idling beside me had been polished by me to the point where I could see my own tired face in the hood. I was halfway between relieved and annoyed, because Vancouver traffic had turned the 15 minute drive into 40, and now I had to explain to

I was squinting through drizzle at 9:15 am, parked on Robson with the heater still fighting to keep the windshield clear, when my friend texted: "They want $1,200 for full front ppf, is that normal?" I could hear the downtown bus brakes, and the smell of wet pavement and cheap burger from the food cart across the street. I had been inside that shop two days earlier, hands sticky from coffee, trying to decide whether to recommend them for my friend’s new Civic. I knew enough