Waiting Room

The population sample in a car service department waiting room at 8 a.m. on a Monday in January does not represent our species very well.

These people look straight out of bed—like me.

I haven’t brushed my teeth.

I haven’t brushed my hair.

I’m wearing my pajama top under my parka because I was hoping the warmth of my bed would travel with me.

It didn’t.

This waiting room is freezing.

I haven’t had breakfast.

I’m not usually partial to Mountain Dew and Fritos for breakfast, but if this service on my van doesn’t get done quickly, my new year’s resolutions will be a bust on the morning of January 7th.

Note To Self: Don’t let husband schedule car service appointments unless he’s the one who’s going do it!

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