In preparation for an upcoming trip I took the van for an oil change yesterday. This was the second time I've done this since we moved here and I trust the mechanics at this place.
I dropped the kids off at VBS, ran thru the McDonald's drive thru and went to the mechanic. And that's where I stayed for the next 2.5 hours!
I sat in the waiting room, read my Kindle and was a happy girl. And then...the mechanic came and asked me to follow him into the garage. I made sure he understood that whatever he showed me I wouldn't understand. I was right. Turns out I needed two new tires, I told him I couldn't make that decision. I called Stephen and he said to get them. Crisis averted, things are going good. I return to my reading.
Then the mechanic, let's call him Joel (since that's his name), comes to me again. I have a feeling of dread wash over me. Joel told me one of the other tires had a screw in it and needed to be patched. I agreed and sent him on his way.
Then the owner of the shop comes out. I know this can only be bad. He told me I needed brake pads and I cried. He patted my shoulder and said everything was going to be ok. I called Stephen again and he said to get them. The owner came back to the waiting room and sat with me and talked to me for quite some time. I told him all about Delta Baptist. I'm pretty sure he wished he hadn't come in!
So, my $35 dollar trip to get the oil changed became a $400+ trip. And I haven't even looked at my new tires. So, how was your day?