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janis_g

I've Done It Again!!!!

Janis_G
17 years ago

I usually have the oil changed in my car every 3,000 miles.

I say usually because sometimes other obligations get in

the way and twice i've driven it until the little reminder

light comes on.

A couple of days ago I was getting dressed to go out when

Neil wanted to know where I was going. He expressed an

interest in going with me, so I told him to get on the

ball as I was in a hurry. He quickly dressed and we arrived

at the Toyota place where I handed over my keys, exchanged

pleasantries and guided Neil to the waiting room.

When I saw my keys being brought into the office, I went

inside, picked up my paperwork (I keep a record of service

on my car). As I turned to leave, I noticed a basket of

books for sale at $2.00 each, quickly checked the titles

and bought them.

I went back through the waiting room, got Neil and we went

to the car. When I started the engine I noticed that the

reminder light was still on so I went inside and asked if

the mechanic would come and reset it. After this I got back

in the car and started to back out of the parking place.

My car was making a noise that seemed to be coming from the

dash, a sort of whirring sound, I had never heard it before

so I knew something was wrong.

I went back inside and ask the mechanic to return to my car

and find out what the heck was wrong. He came but either

didn't hear the noise or didn't want to. I decided to drive

around the block to see if I could figure it out but then

decided that I wansn't responsible for finding out what was

wrong, THEY WERE. I go back inside and insist that the

manager come out and listen, my car wasn't making that

noise before so obviously it had happened when they had

custody. The manager listened and listened and said he

heard it, but didn't know what it was. He then went back in

and came out with someone else to see if they could see

what was wrong. Pretty soon, most of the mechanics, managers

and the owner were crawling over, under and around my car.

I was cold so I had crawled in the back seat, adding my 2

cents here and there.

Just as they had about given up, the manager, picked up my

purse which had been sitting on the console next to Neil.

He held it up to his ear, then in an excited voice said

"it's coming from your purse" he practically threw the

thing across the backseat to me. Sure enough, the whirring

sound was coming from MY purse. Redfaced by now, I slowly

unzipped my purse, there nestled among my credit cards,

checkbook and other stuff sat Neil's electric shaver,

happily buzzing away. I slowly removed it from the purse

for all the guys to see. The laughter started out low and

then grew into something you'd hear at the comedy club.

They slapped each other on the back, laughed and pointed at

me sitting in the back seat holding the little culprit in my hand.

I was laughing too, one could hardly help it. Neil had been

shaving on the way to town and had put his shaver in my

purse so it would get back in the house. Somehow I had

overlooked it and had turned it on when I was rummaging

around looking for the money to buy the books.

I apologized to the mechanics, managers, the owner and

drove away with the knowledge that in 15 minutes tops, every

one in town and God only knows where else, would be telling

and re-telling the story about the shaver in the purse that

shut down an entire dealership, BLESS MY HEART !!

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