Yesterday I posted about Christine's fuel problem . I was a bit apprehensive about how she would behave at the garage. I shouldn't have worried. The woman at the desk smiled as I came in and said cheerfully that my car had behaved perfectly, no flashing lights, no locking and unlocking, no alarms. She was all fixed and ready to go.
I was so relieved. The bill was paid, they handed over my keys and I went to my car. I stopped for a moment behind the car and looked over the rather deep scratch on her back bumper that happened as we were being pushed. "It's not so bad", I told the car. "We can get this fixed and a scratch is sure better than a $100 tow charge."
Smiling, I got in my car. I put the keys in the ignition, adjusted seat and put on my seat belt, but before I touched the key to start the car, the doors locked and unlocked loudly and the car alarm went off. Panicked I pulled the key and kept pressing the remote to turn off the alarm, but it didn't work. Finally after I was sure my ears would burst the alarm went abruptly silent.I looked over at my son, who had driven me to the garage. He rolled down his car window and smiled at me. "I don't think Christine is too pleased with your casual attitude towards her scratch. Better promise to get it fixed pronto."
I promise, Christine. We'll fix that scratch. I keep reminding myself that 42 mpg is worth it.
I hope.
