sigh

My car has been in the shop on and off for about a week.  Yesterday I called to check in…

me: Hi Raul, is my car ready?
Raul: Not yet.
me: Did you fix anything?
Raul: I got a new battery
me: Did you fix the AC?
Raul: No, the guy didn’t come.
me: Why not?
Raul: I don’t know.
me: If I leave the car ‘till tomorrow will he come?
Raul: I don’t know.

sigh.

Today I call…

me: Hi Raul, is my car ready? (ever so hopeful)
Raul: Not yet.
me: Did the AC guy come?
Raul: yes
me: Did he fix it?
Raul: no, he looked at it but didn’t fix it.
me: Did he say what’s wrong?
Raul: no I didn’t talk to him.
me: Is he coming back?
Raul: I don’t know.

sigh.

I miss car repair shops in NC run by family friends who speak English and work on a dependable time schedule.  And I miss living near my dad who knows about these things.  And I miss my brother who was helping me handle the car issues.  Alas…