I got my oil changed, my tires rotated, and my wheels aligned all while making friends with the mechanic. His name’s Sam and he refers to me as “young lady” instead of “ma’am,” which makes me feel like he sees me more like his best friend’s daughter or something instead of a usual female customer.
While I’m not sure how I should be feeling about this, I can’t ignore the fact that he not only explained everything about tire realignment to me in great detail, but also gave me an incredibly good deal on my oil change and tire alignment (where I should have paid over $150, he only charged me $96). He also noticed that I was referring to my car as “she” the whole time we were talking about her and even asked what her name was. I answered: “Rosie… like the Riveter.”
He laughed with genuine approval.
So yeah, I made friends with a mechanic named Sam who showed a nervous 22-year-old girl who had never been in an auto car shop all by herself that everything was going to be OK even though she has two jobs, a car, rent, vet school apps, and taxes to worry about. So I appreciated that.
Also, I opened a bank account at CapitalOne where the guy was not only very, very nice about me changing my mind every 5 seconds, but also hooked me up with a book of free checks so I could save more money for “adjusting back into the city” which I thought was very thoughtful of him. So now I have a big girl bank account with checks and a guy named Jeff’s business card paperclipped to my account info “in case I needed any more help.”
But to be clear, I’m not actually growing up. My new big girl card has penguins on it… which Jeff thought to be “an excellent choice.”
Also, I just wanted to put out there that in my customer profile, I just noticed that Jeff put “married” under marital status, which I thought was cute. He probably did it because he saw the ring Daniel gave me, and I always forget how easy it is to mistake it for a wedding or engagement ring when really it’s not that at all. It’s not even really a promise ring… it’s more like Daniel gave it to me as a means of “claiming,” for lack of a better word. At any rate, he told me that he gave it to me because I’m “very special to [him] and it was important to [him] that everybody else understood that.” Some girls don’t like that idea, but I actually do. It’s comforting to have, especially since I still have trust problems from previous heartbreak and have to be away from Daniel for part of the year. Also, I just like it because it’s pretty.
But I digress.
Anyway, I’m also moving into my new “permanent” DC home tomorrow at 2pm where I will set up my little air mattress and lamp and St. Francis statue until I have enough money to buy my real furniture. But that won’t be until like, early August or later, so these next few weeks should be interesting. Or hilariously pathetic. Or both. Lol.