My car stalled on the way to work today. Twice. In the Honda this would have been my fault, but my car is an automatic and isn’t supposed to do that.
Last week it hadn’t really been starting up right, despite a battery replacement, and I had actually made an appointment to take it in, but then cancelled it because it conflicted with lunch and then never quite made another appointment, due to new job and eternal optimism. (The service manager, when he heard this excuse, said “oh, you thought you’d bought one of those self-healing cars,” which made me laugh.)
So, staggering in at 7:45, I decided I would have to bite the bullet and leave a new job early in the first week (the service department works until 5.) So I worked hard, got everything urgent done, got everything medium important done, told my tale of woe to a coworker, and slunk out at 1:30. Got to the dealership around 2:15. By 2:30 I was done (verdict: dirty connectors; price: $0.) And then I (& esp. Lyr) picked Noah up early and brought him home and played and hung out and laughed and made dinner in a leisurely fashion.
It was great. If I ever try to negotiate a shorter workweek I think it will be something like that. Noah did cry when I picked him up at school, briefly. And I got the litany “Donlike… sCHOOOOOOL. Like HOOOOOOME.” But he was perky and happy and fun.
It was good.
I know I might pay for it, and it might not be something that’s too repeatable too often but – yah. That was good stuff.
