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 donâ€™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 â€” they werenâ€™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 couldnâ€™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, â€œHey sister. You had your key chain. Are you sure you didn’t grab the key?â€
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. â€œIt was still hanging on the rack.”