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."
"Why not?"
"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.
