Thursday, March 15, 2007

I Love My Mechanic!

My convertible hood was sticking. With my past experiences in paying, I don't know, roughly 600% more than I should have, going to a mechanic rivaled getting a bikini wax. Even so, I knew I couldn't manually open the cover by myself. I went to a garage that had cleaner floors than a hospital operating room; I couldn't watch while the mechanic manhandled the cover.

Today my mechanic showed me a broken piece the size of an ant, choosing to fix it instead of replacing a $3,000 motor. I can't be sure, but while he explained this to me, there appeared to be a glowing halo around his head while a cello and flute concerto whispered in my ear.

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