7am appointment to get my mirror fixed on my car. I nudged one of those big ol' cement poles in a parking garage a couple years ago. The silly thing has been loose ever since. I kind of press it in place, it loosens up, I push it back on. It never really falls all the way off. But I know I can't drive through a car wash. That's ok, because I don't wash my car that often, and when I do, I don't mind doing it by hand anyway. It's kind of therapeutic for me to wash it, and dry it. It's kind of a Miyagi experience for me, I escape from the rest of the day for about an hour...nice.
But I finally reached that point on my to-do list, and got a verbal estimate from the service guy at the Chevy dealership. $47.00 plus "a little" to fix it. I sat in the customer service area today, drank a cup of what passed for coffee and read up on the latest fashion out of Paris and Milan. (If my Elle magazine ever stops coming, I fear I will perish!) After an hour, Jewels (my oh-so-friendly service manager) let me know that it can't be fixed!!!.
I need a new mirror. They will gladly order one for me, and of course, it will be black, so it will need to be painted. All for the happy, grand total of $400.00.
I said, okay...I'll be going out of town in a couple weeks, why don't I drop it off then? Sure, happy to set it up for me. (Of course he was, dammit!) I drove home. I walked in my apartment, thinking of my upcoming vacation.
You know what? I've been pressing that mirror into place about once a week for almost 2 years. My vacation is in less than 2 weeks.
I called Jewels. "Hey, guy...I don't know what I was thinking. I'd like you to cancel that order for that mirror. I'll call you when I'm ready."
He didn't sound surprised.
I'll continue to hand wash. And I'll enjoy my dollars in Cozumel more if I'm not thinking about that silly mirror.
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