My car was due for its 30,000 mile service, an appointment that lasts three hours…an insanely long time to wait in that little room, but not enough time for a loaner.
I made the appointment for 8am, which would get me back in time to pick Neko up at school. I had plans for all kinds of things to keep Shep occupied, but at the last minute Barb was able to take him. So with just my baby who’s perfectly content in a stroller, we walked about a mile to Panera, ate breakfast (soufflé for me, cheerios for Ellery), and then wandered over to Target. I was almost shocked when they called me in the middle of aisle 12 to tell me my car was ready.
I don’t think a 30,000 mile check-up has ever been so pleasant.