Guess what?! Yay! I got to go to a mechanic! I always LOVE this! First, I get to set aside all the things I am doing—which is a great thrill. Then I get to drive for half an hour through traffic (I have a special devotion for other drivers). Finally at my anticipated destination, I bravely traverse the parking lot of an unknown industrial park, looking for a sign that doesn’t end up being there. Now THIS is an adventure!
Mmm, that wonderful black grease smell. ‘Can’t get enough. Yum. Oh, and I love the next part: while waiting for the mysterious mechanic to roll out from under a vehicle, I get the privilege of visiting with the large, bald stranger who is wearing shorts and Rag-T. Sweet! And it just keeps getting better: The mystery man rolls out from under the van, sets aside the drippy pan of goo, and comes to shake my hand.
“How are you?” It occurs to me, I have been to this place before. And I actually have conversed with this dude. And, he genuinely wants to know how I am. I tell him, “Fine,” and then—oh GOODIE, I get to hear the mumbo-jumbo! I absolutely adore mumbo-jumbo. If I didn’t get a dose of it once in awhile I might just SPIT! After that, my absolute favorite: I get to pull from my wallet the entirety of this month’s discretionary income. But it’s okay, I get something for my money: a pretty yellow piece of paper, a real-live carbon copy in fact! And it has written right there on it, the written version of the mumbo-jumbo. And, for no extra charge, he has added his personal touch—with a flourish—“Thank You.”
“That baby should start right up for ya.” [I half expected him to tag onto the end, “Little Lady.”] I was so glad to do this! After all, I had nothing else to do this afternoon (I never do). And I really enjoyed that rusty, earthy environment—not to mention the clever posters, vinyl and chrome dining chair, and the giant clock.
I just didn’t want to leave.