Surpassing expectation

Tuesday morning, oil change appointment. Shudder. Every time I get my oil changed they say I need this head gasket, and that spark plug, and a slight transmission flush. Easy to see why I shudder at the thought of getting my oil changed. So I decided to try a new place, a legit auto shop, not the usual Grease Monkey (who named that by the way?). I prayed pretty hard over this because I knew that my car would possibly need some Buzz Lightyear treatment (you know, "infinity and beyond"). I gingerly stepped into the new shop this morning only to meet the this kind guy named Charlie. I told him about the low rumble my car had started making on Saturday, I then demonstrated it and included some hand motions for effect. He said they would get to the bottom of it.

I was nervously waiting for them to come and brief me on what was happening with my car (which in my mind went a lot like a hospital visit where the news was anything but good). To my surprise, they brought me out to the garage and had me stand under my car to see what they had done. They explained everything to me (which was fascinating) and then told me I actually only had one thing I needed to fix aside from my tires (Momalade and Papa San, you will be happy to know I invested in new tires this morning:). I kept asking, "what else?" They said, "there's nothing else". I could have hugged those greasy boys in my work clothes, standing there under my car! Since they needed to keep the car for the afternoon, one of them drove me to work! Talk about service! I feel like I've finally found my mechanics. This is a big deal, because I had previously operated out of a spirit of fear when it came to fixing my car. Now I feel like I have some buddies down the street who can help me out. I tell you, these smaller answered prayers really strengthen my faith.

Charlie just called and told me I could come pick up my car. I told him I'd be in around 5:15, and he said "darn, I won't be here". I mean that's more than service:).

kiki san