Future flowers breaking through all over the yard.
I already told this story a few times but I thought I’d put it here, too.
I took my car in on New Year’s Eve day. The dealership had the B team on the schedule that day.
The guy that checked me in seemed like he would rather be getting a tooth pulled. I don’t think it would be possible to show less interest in me and my car while checking me in to get my car serviced.
Well, except for the actual service part — they weren’t very busy so I’m guessing that had a crew going at it like a pit stop. They finished in about 40 minutes.
I was at the office so I didn’t pick it up until later in the day and when I arrived, they couldn’t find my key.
I’m fairly confident the guy who checked me out was baked. He told me to wait by my car and someone would bring me the key.
I waited and waited and waited and finally a different kid came out and asked me which car I was waiting for.
I pointed at my car and said I was waiting for the key.
Current state of the garden. Those are groundhog daikon radishes which are supposed to do wonderful things to the soil. I have them planted in a bunch of different spots. More info here.
Finally the guy who checked me out came out and said, “Hey sister. You had your key chain. Are you sure you didn’t grab the key?”
Yes, I told him: It’s a smart key. If I had the key I could get in the car and drive away.
[It’s the kind of key that just has to be close to the car, it doesn’t have to be inserted in the ignition.]
Me: You don’t know where the key is?
He said, oh, I know where it is. It’s here. Somewhere.
I wasn’t mad. I thought it was funny. I waited some more and the finally the other kid came out with my key, kind of shaking his head. “It was still hanging on the rack.”