I got to the dealership ten minutes early. None of the mechanics, valets, and managers wore masks, so I sat on an outside bench in the shade. I read a mystery while waiting for an oil change. After I got tired of the plot twists, I took a walk and passed men wearing green vests and facemasks. They sprayed the weeds and bushes in front of the dealership. I went beyond the Wawa and took a cut-off to a medical building lot. A man wearing a grimy coat sat on the ground near a rusty grocery cart. A cluster of palms hid him from view from the road. He said hello as I passed by. “Morning,” I replied.
I returned to the dealership, took a spot on a different bench, and tried to read. I felt a sharp pinch on my calf, looked down, and flicked a green bug off my leg. A red welt swelled on my forearm. Chiggers? The sprayers must have missed a spot. I scampered to another bench.
After I saw several cars drive off, I went inside to find Drew, my repair manager. Before I opened my mouth he said, “I just checked on your car. There are two or three ahead of you.” I answered, “It’s been an hour and a half.”
I took a walk in the opposite direction. When I returned hot and sweaty, I found all benches occupied.
I finished the book while standing in a shadow alongside the showroom wall. The heat had risen into the nineties. I felt lightheaded. A shaded bench opened, so I sat and slumped. At the three-hour mark, a message appeared on my phone. My car was ready. I went inside to pay, but they wrote off the charge. Drew said, “You shouldn’t have to wait that long…We had a couple mechanics call in sick…Covid.”
I felt punchy on the drive home. I needed lunch and a cool drink. When I pulled into my driveway, I checked the oil life reading. It hadn’t changed to 100% as expected. It was as if nothing had been done.
I told Judy not to talk to me. After I cooled down, I explained what had happened. Then I called the repair department. A receptionist said, “They didn’t reset it?! Go to “settings” on the main screen. Follow the prompts. If you can’t change it, bring it in.” “Will I have to wait?” I whined. “No,” she said, “We’ll take care of it right away.”
The car interior had heated up to about 100 degrees. I opened two doors for a cross-breeze and followed the receptionist’s directions. But “settings” didn’t offer the right options. I fished the manual out of the glove compartment and found different instructions. After two tries, I reset the oil life reading.
After recovering from heat exhaustion, I considered raking leaves and mowing the lawn. Judy said, “No!” I took a nap instead.