Some months ago, my car’s driver-side wing mirror had to be replaced on account of it being smashed off. Yesterday I took the car back for a service and waited for the phone call.
GARAGE: You know that wing mirror we fixed?
ME: Ye-ess.
GARAGE: It’s fine.
ME: Er, good.
GARAGE: But the rest of the car…
William
What? What’s wrong with it?
Is it an ex-car?
No, it’s now gleaming – or it would be if I ever washed the thing – and everything works very nicely and almost newly.
But it cost.
Oh, it cost.
I used to have a Rover that I spent several times more on paying for repairs than for buying in the first place and at the garage yesterday I joked that at least this car wasn’t like that.
“Um,” they said later.
William