Midnight limped into the dealership for her appointment yesterday evening and I told the cheerful guy behind the counter that I would wait for them to fix her. I had yarn with me, and I had cramps that were bad enough that I did not feel like walking to Harvard Square to get the T during rush hour. I went to the waiting room.
In the waiting room there was a familiar looking red head engrossed with her palm pilot. I sat down next to her, and when she finished being all geeky she noticed me. (Actually she noticed my knitting first, but it worked.) It was Leah whom I knew from MITPSG and whom I hadn't seen in probably ten years. We had a nice conversation for the better part of an hour while she waited for her Passat to get a new headlight prior to a long car trip. When her car was ready, she asked me if I wanted a ride home. I asked the guy behind the counter how long it was going to take. I was told that I needed a new feul injector and it would take an hour. I accepted Leah's offer of a lift.
Having car trouble is usually a pain. Midnight is still under warrenty, so it wasn't a money pain, but trips to the dealership aren't usually my idea of fun. In this case, though, I got to catch up with a friend I hadn't seen in ages. I'll call that a fair trade.