These Look Like Big, Strong Hands, Don't They?

I had a very hard decision to make. The car was not moving. The car was old, rusted, rotted, and just generally falling apart at the seams. More than 200k miles, the tires were falling apart, the sunroof leaked rain, the seats were uncomfy, and the whole thing just screamed shoot me.

But I still owe some money against it on a loan.

So I could let it sit out on the street until it was paid off. I could ride the bus a little longer. I could even buy another cheap car that would probably break down in a year or two but get me through.

But I decided to let the local shop take a look-see just to see, you know, if it could be brought back out of retirement for a little while longer.

So I had the beast towed to the shop. I waited patiently for a day to let them have at it. Open her up, figure out what was broken and how much it would cost me to fix.

But after day one, they hadn't gotten to it. "No problem," I stated, "I've been taking the bus this long, I can wait another day or so."

Day two, today, I waited until the tail end of the day to call for some sort of status.

It still hasn't gone up on the lift.

I'm not terribly pressed, you know, it's not like I have anywhere to go or anything. It isn't like my job pretty much demands me to drive all over the city when stuff breaks.

But it would be nice to have someone extend the same amount of controlled urgency surrounding something I have entrusted them with.

It would also be different if they worked on the weekends.