Car Inspection
I suspect that my car just passed inspection because the mechanic who worked on it thought I was cute.
I'm not sure whether to be flattered or deeply disturbed by this turn of events:
I had been dreading getting my car inspected because, well, my horn doesn't work. At all. So I knew it would fail, and then I'd have to spend the money to fix my horn. Which I obviously need to do for safety reasons, but I don't have a pile of money sitting around, and if I did, I'd rather spend it on this amazing new violin bow I've been trying out and am completely in love with. But my inspection sticker was expired, so off I went to a little garage in Danvers.
The mechanic who took my car asked for my registration papers, and glancing over them, said, "Sarah... what a pretty name." I smiled and thanked him, and waited inside with two other mechanics while my car was inspected. In about ten minutes, the mechanic pulled my car up alongside the office with a new sticker on it - it had passed! He made a couple of borderline flirty comments while I paid, and then walked me to my car, where he winked at me and said, "Sarah, please come see me again soon, and bring me this car, so I can fix your horn. It doesn't work."
The moral of the story, I think, is that there are certain occasions in life for which you ought to get dressed up and put on a little makeup. Concerts, recitals, church, professional events, and going to the car mechanic are all among these events.
I'm not sure whether to be flattered or deeply disturbed by this turn of events:
I had been dreading getting my car inspected because, well, my horn doesn't work. At all. So I knew it would fail, and then I'd have to spend the money to fix my horn. Which I obviously need to do for safety reasons, but I don't have a pile of money sitting around, and if I did, I'd rather spend it on this amazing new violin bow I've been trying out and am completely in love with. But my inspection sticker was expired, so off I went to a little garage in Danvers.
The mechanic who took my car asked for my registration papers, and glancing over them, said, "Sarah... what a pretty name." I smiled and thanked him, and waited inside with two other mechanics while my car was inspected. In about ten minutes, the mechanic pulled my car up alongside the office with a new sticker on it - it had passed! He made a couple of borderline flirty comments while I paid, and then walked me to my car, where he winked at me and said, "Sarah, please come see me again soon, and bring me this car, so I can fix your horn. It doesn't work."
The moral of the story, I think, is that there are certain occasions in life for which you ought to get dressed up and put on a little makeup. Concerts, recitals, church, professional events, and going to the car mechanic are all among these events.
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