Listen up Van!

It's an unfortunate fact that I have a little habit of talking to inanimate objects like they are alive.  (Remember the chair that I would introduce to Terry every time we went to Walmart) (and my dishwasher which I was always sure Terry was going to offend by his rinsing off the dishes before he put them in) but I've about done myself in. 

My brakes are squeaking really bad.  Finally, I couldn't take anymore so I called Midas.  I'm not even kinding!  As soon as I got off the phone from making the appointment to have them check, the brakes quit squeaking!!  Are you kidding me?!  I knew the van had heard me and didn't want to be "checked out" so it just quit doing it.  See how my mind works. 

As things go, I was late getting to the car appointment because of some unfortunate things going on, such as the fact that I had lunch to fix. So when I got there, I was a little distracted thinking beyond that moment and on to the next thing that I needed to do.  Well, when I went in, the man behind the desk says, Now what are we seeing the car for, and me, not thinking, say, the brakes were squeaking but as soon as the van heard me make the appointment, it stopped doing it.  I'm sure it doesn't want to be here. 

The man just looked at me.  I looked at the man.  Then I realized what I said.  I couldn't help myself.  I just started laughing.  Oh my.  What do you say after you say something like that, and the man thinks you are serious?  I tried to laugh it off and tell him I didn't really think that the van could understand me, but you know, he wasn't buying it. 

After the mechanic had looked at the brakes and given them a clean bill of health, because, you know, they weren't squeaking anymore, the man behind the counter, who thinks I'm crazy, says, "Um, I don't know what was causing them to squeak, but they, um, seem to be find now."  Honestly, people.  He was looking at me, like any moment I was going to pull a gun on him and tell him the building was telling me to do evil things.  Oh my. 

And now I just have to tell you that the MINUTE we went out of the parking lot, the brakes started squeaking again.  Now, what do you think?  The van listens to me, doesn't it?

Comments

[melanie]

OH MY WORD!!! Our vans were separated at birth!! I just went through this on Thurs. I was mortified everyday in parent pick up. The brakes would squeak and I knew everyone was looking at me like, woman, get your loud, nasty van fixed! SO Thurs I take it to Les Schwab and the same thing happens to me. No ma'am your brakes don't need to be done they were just dirty, so I cleaned them. No charge. SO, we drive away and it was a little longer than the minute we drove away, it was more like 10 minutes after driving away, they are DOING IT AGAIN!! I guess my van talks to me too. What to do? Love this post for very obvious reasons, :).

[noodle]

I am laughing SO HARD about this! I do exactly the same thing! I probably would have mentioned it to the guy and never even realized that it was an unusual thing to say!

Still laughing . . . .