Despite my best intentions, I woke up, once again, at 9:30 this morning, an hour and a half late for the second car appointment this week. I have no idea why I'm unable to rise from bed before 9:30, but the timing is consistent around 9:30 plus or minus five minutes. By the time I was ready to head to the dealership, I wasn't sure they would be willing to take the car, so I called.
Funny thing happened when I called.
The guy at the service counter said, no, no they couldn't fit my car into the schedule today, would I like to make an appointment for next week? When I responded, "No, thank you," the service guy was genuinely confused.
"You don't want to reschedule?"
"No, I don't."
"But you need to reschedule your appointment." My brake pads were worn and, despite the warning light not having gone off, I needed them replaced.
"That's okay. Thanks."
"I can take it another place on Monday."
"Please hold, we'll see if we can fit you in."
Fewer than five minutes later, I was heading into the dealership with an appointment set up, surprised that, well, sometimes, rejection therapy with non-attachment works just fine.