Have you ever been in the the middle of a curveball? You know, the kind life throws. That happened to my husband and I last weekend.
A few weeks back I noticed our car wasn't shifting right, there was a bit of a hesitation. So I took it into the shop. They looked at it, scratched their heads and stuck the car on a computer, "It'll tell us what's wrong." The computer spit out some codes and the mechanics scratched their headsa while longer. They didn't recognize the codes. Their solution: reset the computer in the car.
Yeah right, I thought, And I drove off in a car that was no longer acting up. Obviously, I'm no mechanic, they must have known what they're doing. However, they did tell me to check back in a week or so to see if any of the codes came back. I waited three weeks, till right before we were going on a 500 mile trip.
This time the mechanics took my car right in and hooked it up to the computer. Apparently, the computer gave our car a big thumbs up. So did the mechanics. So my husband and I drove down to Southern California.
Le Sigh.
This is when the curveball came into play. We got to our conference fine. Had a great time. Then we went out to lunch with friends. I noticed that the car wasn't shifting right. So we ignored it and went for a hike. The ride home from the hike was very different. It was not only obvious to me and my husband, but also to everyone that passed us on the highway that something was very wrong with our car.
Did I mention 500 miles?
Add to that Saturday night, with plans to drive home the next afternoon. To make a long story, well, still long, we rented a truck with a car carrier. Woohoo, driving in our empty truck back home. We made it just a few hours later than we'd originally planned. Victory.
Brought the car to the mechanics the next day, hopping mad. They scratched their head and kept the car for the week. Finally, they called and said (I'm not kidding), "You got something wrong with the transmission." Then they let me know they don't fix transmissions! <head slap>
But you know, through the whole thing my husband and I have laughed lots. We're not letting it bug us. What's the point? We know things will work out, we just need to keep moving forward. Sure, did I get cranky with the mechanic? Yes. I don't think they handled our car right, I wanted them to do something to make it right. They didn't--oh well.
My point in all this is, it's my choice. I can decide to let a stupid car or stupid mechanic ruin my day or even my week. Or, I can decide NOT to let stuff like this get under my skin. I'll take door number two. Life's too short for cranky.
Oh, and by the way, does anyone want to buy a car?
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