Last week I took my girlfriend’s car to the shop. It’d been running a little rough lately and I had assured her that I could fix it up while she was out of town – she was off on one of her business trips, and wouldn’t get back for a week. That time span was fortunate for me because I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into.
You see, she had one of those little European cars that look really fancy – some might even say sexy – and was considered a “classic” in design and style. That was fine; nothing I liked better than to go spinning around town with her on my arm and driving the car like it was my personal possession. (Of course, in fact I couldn’t meet the payments on my own little used Ford, much less an Italian roadster like the one she owned!) But when I learned her car needed a major overhaul I was in a state of shock. Which got worse when he told me what the price would be for the parts the car needed. And that didn’t even include the labor. So while he waited for my decision I trotted across the street to Walgreens, where I used a Groupon to get something to drink and some extra-strength aspirin for my sudden headache.
You see, I’d never admitted to my girlfriend that my car knowledge didn’t extend past my ability to pump gas. I couldn’t even change a tire. Now I needed to get these parts and have all this repair work done in less than a week! Naturally I had a splitting headache. But my mechanic came to my rescue. He told me he could get the parts for her car from some used parts dealers at a great price. And he gave me a discount on the labor so I wouldn’t spend my whole paycheck just to get her car out the garage. Because I don’t know what I would have done if her car wasn’t rolling when she called me to pick her up at the airport. My mechanic even washed the car once it was repaired. In return, all I had to do was to use a Groupon promo code to get him tickets to a concert for his anniversary. It was a deal I was happy to make.