My car has been returned to me, two days ahead of schedule!
It’s amazing how little impact this immediately has on my life, though, as until this weekend I’ll have no real need for my car.
I’ll probably head to a grocery store tomorrow or Thursday to pick up some of the things I’ve been holding off on buying, since the store within walking distance is pretty expensive, but that’s pretty much it.
Still, it’s good to have it back, since you never know when you might need to go somewhere.
I had just gotten up from a nap and was thinking about going for another walk while it was still nice out, since the forecast for most of this week is rain, with flood warnings where I live, when the dealership called to tell me that the car was ready.
When the girl told me my car was “good to go,” and that there would be no charge, I said, in a fashion very similar to how Peter Griffin of “Family Guy" would say it, “Sweet.”
From there it was a matter of calling up Scott, who graciously drove up to bring me over (I rewarded his graciousness with a bunch of peanut butter cookies, which I made last night).
As we were on our way there, I directed Scott to follow a particular route that, ideally, would be one of the most direct.
I say “ideally,” as I’ve taken this route before, and while, logically, it should lead directly to the dealership, somehow it doesn’t.
For some reason, when you turn on to the street that should lead you directly to the dealership you end up taking this serpentine path that leads you off of the street and ultimately intersects with a street that takes you back on to the street you originally turned onto in the first place, though in a different section, right near the dealership.
Making it more confusing, though, is that if you continue to follow the street after leaving the dealership, it leads you directly back to the street you turned from in the first place.
So this time, with Scott driving, I was determined to crack this street’s secret, since there was obviously some sort of hidden turn you had to make to stay on the street and get to where you were going.
In this regard, we failed, as we ended up following the typical serpentine route that leads away from, and ultimately back to, that street.
In any case, we made it to the dealership, and I walked to the Service Department, where I was told that the cashier had my key and paperwork.
So I went back to the main portion of the dealership where the cashier is located. She wasn’t there, so I stood and waited for a few minutes. Eventually she came back and asked if I was waiting for her. I said that I was, and she told me that she would be just a minute. She then went into her little cage/office, then came out and handed something to some other guy who’d been waiting for her.
When she turned her attention to me I told her who I was and why I was there. She looked through some folders, then told me that I needed to go back to the Service Department, as she didn’t have my key or paperwork.
The guy in the Service Department was a bit perplexed (I should mention that when I first went back there and he looked me up in the computer, he wasn’t able to even see my name in the system; some other employee standing on the other side of the counter had to point it out to him), then actually realized that he was going to have to STAND UP, and walk three feet to where my paperwork and key had been sitting on the counter all along.
He gave me my receipt and my key, then told me that I was all set, since there was no charge on any of the work.
I found that, for a change, whoever had worked on my car wasn’t two feet taller than I am, and so my seat wasn’t pushed all the way back and I had to do very little in the way of readjusting it.
I did note that someone foolishly thought that my A/C actually works, though, as it was turned on. It just needs to be charged, but given how little time I spend in my car, it’s hard to see a reason to bother having it done.
But at last I was back in my car. I drove out to the enigmatic street, took a right, ultimately finding myself at the street I needed to turn onto in order to get home, when I realized that this street was not enigmatic at all: I had simply been making a right turn onto it when I actually needed to make a left.
Stupidity, it seems, like hope, springs eternal…
Still, that "mystery" is solved, and the real point of the story is that I once again have my own means of conveyance…which is sitting, purposeless, out in the parking lot…
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