Yesterday, I finally got around to tracking down the service notice my car had popped up last month. It had done the same thing for November, I called, they said, no, you don’t need that service, we’ll turn off the reminder. I figured, same thing, right? Nope. In the course of the phone call, my attention was directed to the inspection sticker. Ooops. That has a 12 on it. Guess I really do need to bring the car in. I didn’t need an appointment, so I showed up at 9 a.m., and waited. And waited. I did bring an iPad and tea, and they do have good wifi, so this was a largely pleasant activity, especially once the paid programming for some air brush makeup system was replaced by Food Network programming. Altho wow, I can’t _even_ with the biscuit recipe they had. Whatever.
After 1 hour, I went back and asked, so, where’s the car? (It is supposed to take 20 minutes, but might take an hour to have this done.) Then I went to the bathroom and checked the drop off lane by the cafe. Nope. Told the guy, car isn’t there, and he went to track it down. They washed it for me. They are so nice! It really needed it, and I had been putting it off in case I had to bring it in for that service reminder — kill two birds with one stone, sort of thing. I’m sure I am an ongoing offense to people who own BMWs. I am definitely not classy enough.
When replacing things in my trunk upon my return home (things that I have errands associated with), I accidentally dropped a glass dish that I’ve been waiting to return to A. Dang it. I really hope I got all the glass.
After 1 hour, I went back and asked, so, where’s the car? (It is supposed to take 20 minutes, but might take an hour to have this done.) Then I went to the bathroom and checked the drop off lane by the cafe. Nope. Told the guy, car isn’t there, and he went to track it down. They washed it for me. They are so nice! It really needed it, and I had been putting it off in case I had to bring it in for that service reminder — kill two birds with one stone, sort of thing. I’m sure I am an ongoing offense to people who own BMWs. I am definitely not classy enough.
When replacing things in my trunk upon my return home (things that I have errands associated with), I accidentally dropped a glass dish that I’ve been waiting to return to A. Dang it. I really hope I got all the glass.