Phil looked over my old work van...I brought it in because it was overheating and under performing...Phil read me the prognosis, leaking from every orifice, (the van, not Phil)...He discreetly gave me the number for the scrap yard, making sure Vanna Blue did not hear....we drove off together, one last time, (me and Vanna, not Phil)...For all his work, he gave me no charge$, and by now I'm sure the barge is, headed for a slow boat to China (Vanna, not Phil).