back when I was being a grunt at Firestone in school, on a particularly busy summer Saturday, I was tasked to find out what the clunking noise was in a 90s Delta 88. I drove the car in the parking lot, and immediately pulled back into the shop, where I was greeted by the nice lady driver, her mother, and her teenage daughter. I popped the trunk with a grin, much to the confusion of the 3 generations of ladies, as it was explained to me that they could not figure out what the noise was or what was causing it for days. I opened the trunk, and like most lady drivers that came through that store located on a corner of the mall parking lot, it was full of stuff. I fished around the shopping bags, clothes, coats, etc and produced an unsheathed bowling ball and the bag that it should have been secured in. The three gals all purty much made the same face while hiding their eyes..."y'all come back when ya need a new set of tires, no charge today" I tell them as they wanted to know how much was owed on such an quick diagnosis