I was out walking today, and (finally!) remembered to stop in at my mechanic.
My windshield has had a crack since back in the summer. Even after five years of living in the Midwest, my brain still seems stuck in Arizona. It hadn’t occurred to me until recently that maybe a cracked windshield won’t hold up well to frequent scraping and chipping of frost and ice.
So I asked him if he could get that fixed for me. He could. While making arrangements for me to drop off the car, we had a lovely time chatting. He’s good at what he does and he’s always provided great service. But he’s also a really nice guy.
I hate having to get my car serviced, but he’s a perfect example of how surprising can be the people you end up being glad you met, despite the circumstances.