Roundabout

My new old van spent last night at the mechanic's. It needed relatively minor stuff: the left turn signal repaired (like I ever turn left <rim shot>), a blower motor, and a muffler. In short, it's like me. The older I get, the more things that go wrong too. And all at once.

It was however a bit of a chore to get a straight answer out of my mechanic on when I could pick it up. 

I happened to be driving by late yesterday afternoon, and as I had not heard anything I stopped in. "Did someone call you? Because it's not ready yet," he explained.

"No, I was just passing by and thought I'd check on things. So I take it it'll be here overnight?" It was already after 4, and they close at 5.

"Well, we had to get another turn signal assembly..."

"Ok, so, it'll be here overnight?"

"And we had to order a blower motor, but it's not here yet."

"Fine. Then it'll be here overnight?"

"It's been hard to find a muffler too. 2007 is just old enough that it's tough to find a parts house that stocks them."

"I understand. So it will be here overnight?"

"You sure drive some old cars."

Heavy sigh. You know that. You've been my mechanic more than 25 years. "Yes I do. It will be here overnight, then?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, Marty. We'll have it inside though," he assured me.

I appreciate that. A quicker answer would have been appreciated too.