Dandy, dandy start to the day. I get up early to be ready for an office-wide breakfast at 7. Just about to get on the highway and see I’m out of gas. Fine, I drive down another block to a gas station. Sit at the light for three cycles until I realize the turn arrow won’t ever turn green, so I go through the red.
Wait! You think you know what’s going to happen…but you don’t! I pull into the station and pull the little electrical switch to open the gas filler flap. When I walk around to the side, it’s still locked tight. This has happened once before. At the time, it took me 10 minutes and somehow it opened. Also at the time I thought, “I should get this fixed.” This morning I was forced to do just that. The door didn’t open and I drove to the dealership on fumes, twiddled my thumbs until a serviceman appeared from his well-heated booth, and was told there’d be a $102 diagnostic charge. And my extended warranty had already run out. Awesome!
Then I walked back home, which was also AWESOME, since it was in the 40s and I have full-bore case of bronchitis. And my hair was wet. Great!
I got to the office and nobody was there, since they were out having breakfast. I got to eat my lunch for breakfast and begin my day. And I got to tell the plumber that I’d measured the dishwasher and the opening, and they WOULD be able to get it installed. It wouldn’t be easy, or fun, but it could be done. He said he might be able to come back today to do the job. Which is funny since he left yesterday without doing any of the other work necessary to install the new unit, like capping off the old plumbing, installing new waste and water lines. When I say funny I mean it puts me in a mood like this:
By the end of the day, I expect to have a working car, an installed and running dishwasher, and a toilet made of 24-karat gold. I will settle for two of three.