Yes, I can be outspoken. Sometimes I say things without thinking. And sometimes it gets me into trouble. Yesterday I dropped off my car with the mechanic. He offered to drive me to the church so I wouldn't have to pay for a cab. On the way we were making small talk.
I told him that it made me smile to see the yellow Land Rover Freelander on his lot. I assumed he was fixing it. I told him the story about how in 2002 I had a boyfriend who bought a Freelander. One day the boyfriend told me I had left the rear window down overnight. I told him I had not, but he believed I had. A few days later he was very apologetic. He had been driving through an automatic car wash when the rear window suddenly lowered all by itself. Water sprayed all through the car and even hit him in the back of the head. He then believed that I did not put the rear window down.
I told the mechanic that car had a ton of problems. When it rained water leaked through the overhead lights. The headlights NEVER worked. That car was always at the dealership. It was brand new and had more problems than any car I ever saw.
The mechanic said, "Yes, that car is very special."
I said forcefully, "That car is garbage."
The mechanic laughed and said, "I have two."
Oh boy. I didn't know what to say. I told him I was sure that other years models were better. He said no, his cars have problems. The windows open by themselves on his cars too. And the roof even fell on his head! But he likes the car. I guess when you are a mechanic you can afford to have a car that is very special.
He found some things in my car that I wasn't aware of - luckily small things. Some of the dealership's recommendations were unnecessary so I was glad I didn't pay to have it fixed there. The mechanic is going to keep his eye out for new tires on sale. He also said if I ever have a problem with the car I can call him and he will always come and help. I guess he found my big mouth amusing, not insulting. It is such a huge blessing to have a knowledgeable and trustworthy mechanic!
A boy broke his arm this morning at the church. He was playing fútbol but it wasn't any sort of collision. He just tripped and fell. His forearm was clearly broken. I was afraid if he moved it the bone would break through the skin. It was pretty messed up. He tried so hard to be brave. I was proud of him.
Last night after Honduras qualified for the World Cup the president declared that today was a national holiday. It appeared to me that most people still went to work. Traffic was heavy and the American Embassy had its usual long line in front.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
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