Car going back into shop. I know, how can it be so? I had the worlds greatest mechanic--honest and affordable young Lancelot. He helped me select a used car that would be a walk in the park of only the simplest maintenance...and if that was wrong he was only a phone call away. Alack and alas, wasnt my luck. MY LUCK is the kind you cant make up. My luck played out as follows: Young Lancelot helped me select and purchase my used CRV. We spent a couple of days car hunting, and apparently Lancelot developed a bit of a crush on me. You know the kind, where a pot-smoking, 22-year old, crystal gazing, shy, lab coat and camo wearing mechanic falls for the stressed out 51-year old working mom. Dont know that kind? OF COURSE NOT, because that doesnt happen. Kid went goofy, if you buy me a drink and are sitting down I will explain the weird ways his crush manifested itself involving recycled wooden shipping pallets and rocks and the oddest pick-up lines ever--even for south Austin. But I deflected it and persevered--after all, he was an affordable, honest mechanic. I could tolerate a bit of strange. If only it had been just a BIT of strange. When he delivered my car after making the fixes we discussed at the time of purchase, he referred to the 4-page, typed, single spaced invoice as a love letter...which explained (perhaps) the emoticons. (Dont even ask about the paragraph about penetrating oil.) To top it off, Young Lancelot explained that he took a few bolts off my engine and swapped them with a few bolts from his engine, so we would always share that. Yes. Right. Fantastic. Not peculiar at all. A follow-up mechanical issue that week gave him a chance to give me some crystals that would keep me from getting cancer if I just stroked them down my skin. he offered to demonstrate, I politely but firmly declined. We exchanged a few strained and strange calls after that, he finally got the message that bolts were all we were going to be sharing, and he eventually called to tell me he found someone else--an older woman also named Amy that he thought I would like if we ever met. Oooookay. So when my car began giving me trouble last week, it was with heavy heart that I called a nearby garage, knowing I would overpay and wait forever to be helped by presumably saner strangers. I blame myself, I think there must have been a moment when I petitioned the universe for someone to love me, and a good mechanic. Some crossed wires in the wording, and PRESTO, Young Lancelot appears. I am aware that I have too many car problems, but Im hopeful that one day this is all behind me and just another funny story. Looking so very forward to that day. Today, Monday, Im just going to hope for the best and carry on. Lancelots crystals are still in my car, and I dont have cancer, so theres always an upside, eh?
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 14:39:52 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015