I got my car back yesterday! Woo-hoo! (She’d been in the shop since early last week.) The old gal ended up needing new brakes and engine mounts. Basically, the transmission was one pot-hole away from just falling out of the danged thang.
When I picked her up, my mechanic and I chatted about the car and life. He was telling me how much he loves his job. I asked if that was because he gets to work on cars each day and he said no, as he doesn’t really care for cars. I was visibly taken aback, so he went on to tell me that what he loves most is the interaction he gets to have with his customers. He said the people inspire him to show up for work on time, and that the people keep him going.
I love that my mechanic has found his niche in this world. He’s pretty freakin’ awesome. I and my car are blessed to know him.