I was able to set an appointment for a haircut and some routine car maintenance. Things were just peachy. It all fell right into place.
And just like that it all fell apart.
I peaked when I encountered little traffic after work. The drive to the auto garage was quick. I made the light at the exit ramp easily, something that never happens and leads to a 5 minute wait.
I pull the key off the ring and place it on the counter. The owner of the shop- I usually deal with the manager- asks if someone is picking me up. Strange, I think. They are supposed to have a car for me. I mention that and he agrees. He pulls out the insurance waiver and tosses me some keys. Like twisting a dagger in my back he tells me he doesn't have a car but has a van for me.
He says to take the Silhouette out front. Silhouette? I am supposed to try a vehicle called a Silhouette?
I go from driving a nice convertible Mustang to a mini van in one fell swoop. Ego blown to bits.
It went downhill from there. I was told to call my underground barber before heading over for my appointment. I try but get a busy signal. This last for 30 minutes. Just as I am about to give up I finally reach him. But now my evening is ruined. I had hoped to drive over to mow my mother's lawn but that window has closed.
Now I am contemplating whether to drive my truck or the minivan to work tomorrow. I don't want to be seen in that thing. I guess I could always park it way in the back of the lot. I do get there early enough in the morning to park without being seen.