The battery in my car was dying a slow death. The feeling of getting in your car and it not starting for whatever reason is frustrating, especially when it’s your turn to pick up Kiddo from school.
Pap picked up the Kiddo that day. He then gave me a jump. I do not even own a pair of jumper cables. Something new has been added to the must purchase list.
The next morning, my turn to take Kiddo to school, it happened again. (Scream) Call Pap and wait. Try car again. It started!! Makes no sense, but okay, I will take it.
I have had the same mechanics (let’s call them Joey and Davey) since I had my previous car, eight years total. The relationship with my mechanics has lasted longer than my marriage. I gave them a call and thankfully they were able to get me in on the same day.
Yep, the battery was mediocre and the cold snap was making it work harder and on top of that the battery was too small for the car. I am surprised it lasted this long. Pap helped pick this car and I was none to thrilled when we drove off lot with the car without letting my mechanic take a look at it first. But I was letting Pap do his man thing. Lesson learned numerous times over.
During the small talk, Joey asked me about Pap. He asked if he was back from India. This leads to him asking what does Pap do for a living. I answer all the questions, nonchalantly.
My Joey and Davey put in a new, correct sized battery and plugged a hole in my tire that was causing me to have a slow leak for the last month. When I went to a local tire place, they informed me that I would need a new tire. Ugh, really now? Were they just trying to scare the single woman and take advantage of me?
I was a happy camper. New battery and I did not have to purchase a new tire.
Now it was time to pay these good men for their service. Davey sent his daughter to the same Montessori that Kiddo goes to now. This somehow brought up the fact that he is separated. I say I wish them the best, whatever that may mean to him. Then I share that Pap and I are divorced. This is the first time I have said publically to anyone that is not family or close (close) friends that I am officially divorced. I think I truly shocked him, because he had no response.
I sat across from this man I see every oil change and any emergency car issue holding tears from falling out of my eyes. I am not sure why I shared, but he opened up about his separation and I reciprocated by sharing my divorce. We bonded in that quick moment. Effing marriage issues…
Then what happened next solidified that these guys will be my mechanics for life. Here is our text message exchange:
Joey: This is Joey. I didn’t realize u and Pap had split. Sorry for asking about him. I feel bad 🙁
Me: No worries. It’s new and I got to practice my response. Really no worries. Thanks though
Joey: Ok. U can use us for practice anytime!
Then I cried.
Oh, my battery operated toy did really die this week also, my little purple bullet. I received it a few years back. It was a product at one of our Naughty Girl Club get togethers. No mechanic needed for this toy. Fresh start in all aspects.
Nameless Divorced, Working Mommy