Thursday, September 25, 2014

Sandhill Cranes

I made a quick stop in at my mechanics to ask about where I could get the headlight fixed. He suggested the same place where I took the car each time I hit a deer (or bear). I bopped down the road to the body shop. When Shawn came out from the work area I just said that I needed the headlight on the driver's side replaced. He immediately remembered that he had replaced it two years ago and thought it was still under warranty. A quick check on his computer verified this and he said he would give me a call when the new unit came in. All of this w/o asking my name or more than a quick glance out the window at the car. I've visited there way too much.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's sad when you're on a first name basis with a mechanic.
Rebecca