Remember O Most Gracious Virgin Mary

My father is just the best in the whole world. 

I was determined to have my car fixed and talk to the car people all by myself.  I mustered up my girly courage and lack of knowledge about vehicles and sputtered down the highway at 45 mph to the Volkswagen dealership to my appointment I had set up to fix my car. 

Even though my dad gave me a list of things i needed to say with the names of the mechanical things I needed to talk about, I still felt foolish and child-like when talking to the car dude.  and he knew it too.  I waited a good 2 hours so the mechanics could diagnose what was wrong with my car.  The car dude came to meet me in the waiting lounge crouched down next to me sitting in a chair as if I was a little girl, and informed me that to fix my car— something to do with a coil of some sort– would cost 760. 

“seven dollars and sixty cents?” i asked through a laugh.

“uh no,” replied the guy, clearly thinking I was serious.  “maybe you should call your dad.  then tell me what you want to do.”  He stood up and walked back to his desk.

I wanted to chop the guy’s head off.  “maybe you should call your daaaady so he can pay it for you”  is exactly what he was saying.   I was sorry to disappoint but that definitely wasnt coming to him.

Not knowing what to do or say, I did call my dad.  Dad asked to speak with the car dude on the phone, asked some questions and told him to put my car back together, and to not repair it.   i think this disappointed the dude because after he was finished speaking with my father he told me, “okay i’m just gonna finish up your paper work here and it’ll be ready for you in 10 minutes. ”

45 minutes later I came back to his desk and before I could ask him WTF?  he said, “just waiting on your car to dry out, because there’s so much moisture in the air”

So i went and paid the $95 fee charged for “diagnosing” what was wrong with my car and waited another 15 minutes.

Finally got into my car, turned on the ignition, but now the car shuddered so bad I knew it wouldn’t leave the parking lot.  So I gave my father yet another call and he left work to go purchase the part needed to fix my car, and to come and repair it himself.  Dad arrived at the volskwagen dealership but before we left, he went in to speak with the car dude.  I stood there with my father as he yelled at the car dude for trying to carge me more the part was worth ($150), and for more than the time needed to fix the part(1/2 hr).  How was the guy coming up with $760 as the total???  we left as my dad said to the guy, “OKAY, we’ll not be coming back here!”

Long story short, my dad was given the wrong part anyway, and yet my car was able to start and crawl back up the freeway, escorted by my dad driving behind me with his lights flashing, to our house.   After we got home, my dad turned back around and drove back into cincy to get the correct part, came back home and repaired my car within an hour. 

My car runs perfectly now.  I do not know what I’d do without my dad.  I tried to take responsibility- but when the car dude said $760, my head felt sick and I knew I’d not have a car until I could make all that money.  ahhhhhhhh!!!  My dad saved me $515.  THANK GOD.