That was my day

I don't really have a lot to report on for this event. It was taking my car to the garage to get the work done that I have been checking around and getting estimates for. I knew it had to be done as the smell from the fumes was getting so bad that I have been starting to feel unwell. Now is a terrible time to be needing to get mechanical work done and it makes me sort of angry that after all these years of great performance it starts breaking down when there is no work and no money coming in.

I had an appointment for 9AM. I knew that there was one injector that needed replacing, the other places said that was the case. This place was still going with not doing anything more than replacing the seals and check the injectors. They checked, but more on that later. First they got me a ride back; they called a cab and paid for it ~ thanks guys ~ that gave me the day to hang around and wait for a report from them. The call came in around noon and they had found the injector to be replaced. Jason, the mechanic, quoted me a price for this part and with all the foreign info I was taking in, it took me a while to hear that the price was double what I had originally been quoted if I need one.

So, I called back and talked to Jason, he said he'd check and call back, half hour later he called to say that the price I got was for a reconditioned one for a different year of my car, all we can get is a new one. So, what did I want to do? I had to take the new part, the car could catch fire if a guy beside me threw a cigarette butt out driving down the road, but it brought the price up to much higher.

At 3:20 PM I got a call and the work was complete, they had done a thorough check, arrangements were made for me to call a cab to get me back and they did pick up the tab on that also. At the counter I kissed my credit card good-bye and got us released. The experience of functioning in unfamiliar territory was good, hope I don't have to do it again for a long long time.

Tiredly, Meg