Garage

I left Ann’s place and went home. It was around 10.30pm. Fred and Chloe were already asleep. I poured myself a glass of wine, slipped it then went to bed.

Saturday morning, we woke up at 9am. It was a cold morning. We shared a cup of coffee before we prepared to go to the garage. My car has been having major issues and I could not even drive it to work. We had called a tow company to take the car to the garage while we follow.

Chloe was so excited for us to take a small tour. She kept waving at everyone that passed our car.

At the garage, the mechanic welcomed us and gave us seats. Danny was his name. His blue overalls were a bit discolored by oil near the knees. He was tall, about 6 feet.

He checked the car for a while then he told us the issue. While testing the battery, he noticed that the battery was low. He had to put it back to about 12 volts. The wierd noises that I was hearing while accelerating was because of the hissing sound on the engine. Apparently the oil was leaking on the exhaust manifold in the engine. His labor and change of equipment’s would set us back to USD 350. Damn!

I had no cash so I paid via my credit card. The repair took about two hours. In the meantime, Fred and I were waiting at a nearby restaurant. Chloe was enjoying the play area that was set for kids.

As we walked back, we saw the car on the drive though car wash. It was really being given the tender love. We chilled for about five minutes then took the car. It was perfect. No more hissing sounds, no more pressure on the car when accelerating and the music from the stereo sounded great.

We went back home.

Fred sneezed as we entered the house. Not once, but four times.

“Do you have a cold?” I asked.

“No, I think the cold milkshake has triggered the allergy.” He replied while blowing his nose to the handkerchief.

“Have some warm water.”

He walked to the dispenser and quickly drunk two glasses of warm water. He shook his head then sat down on the couch.

“Much better.” He said.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Not really.” He replied. “Are you?”

“I was thinking we can order a pizza. What do you think?” I asked.

“Yes. We can order. They usually deliver it in an hours time.”

“Which type of pizza?”

“Let’s do a barbecue chicken pizza.”

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