Well it's actually 3 speakers now. I was doing everything I could to hold myself back, according to my girlfriend my whole face was red and I was popping veins like none other. I very very rarely raise my voice and I was just yelling at the top of my lungs.
Basically I am going to talk to the shop owner first, (he was not there at all last week) and make sure he foots the repair bill for another shop. It drives me crazy how the kid could f+++ up my car's exterior, sound system, and drivetrain. It's like something out of Ferris Bueller.
It's horrible that being a young guy I work to scrape together every last dollar just to keep the car properly maintained, and some punk just completely disrespects everything I have worked so hard for.
I just hope somehow I can come out on top.
