Muffler King downtown Denver, CO off Santa Fe (I think)

To whichever muffler king or kings it may concern: After discovering my 94 accord had faltering brakes i decided to get them fixed so as not to cause a conflagration on the highway. I recently moved from Philladelphia to Denver and was not familiar with a local trusted mechanic. After a search for shops close by i decided on our intrepid muffler king. While waiting to have my brakes replaced and serviced i was approached by the "Son of the Owner" to perform a favor. As i was basking in the glow from the owner's sons ego (over working in a shop called Muffler King i can only assume) i was asked to take him to his PO. For people who dont watch cops: A PO is a street term for parole officer... I obliged as a gesture of kindness and prepared my disposition for the fun that was sure to ensue. After returning from the local probation house with fresh legal documents in hand the owners son went back into the locked office and i again resumed watching my car be fixed. Some time later the office door gave birth to a real life man abortion formally known as the owners son. Now complete with crinkled face muscles, blood shot eyes, and a massive mechanic boner (seriously...this actually happened) He proceeded to inform me that the rear brakes on the car could not be done that day as the part was not available. I mentioned that the rear brakes were not really needed anyway and that i appreciated his work. At this point desperate to leave i paid the bill (about 45 more than quoted for front brakes) and left quickly. After driving for about a week i noticed something suddenly on the highway...i couldnt fucking stop my car and the fucking minivan infront of me with the retarded 83 year old driver was slamming on her fucking brakes for what seemed to be ABSOLUTLY NOTHING!!! FUCK but that's another complaint for another time. Luckily i engaged my spider senses and was able to ditch my car into a fucking random pole in the median that broke a shitload of other stuff on my car. After having the car towed to another shop for face lift and parts service, the new mechanic complete with no boner, informed me that a caliper bolt was apparently left very loose and had fallen out that day on the highway (caliper: holds the brakes on..uh...the fucking wheels)...Now I'm too poor to sue this MF, to tired to write anymore of this story, and for some reason getting my own boner right now. I'll cut it here folks. If you ever need a bonerless mechanic experience in the Denver area please stay away from Muffler King in downtown.