A miracle!

It’s something I’d have never expected. A miracle. If I were a Catholic, I’d be shouting for someone involved to be beatified.

My car is in for repair. And it’s not going to cost me a cent.

It’s been making a nunga-nunga-nunga sound for a while now. I finally waited until my credit card was clear enough that I could stomach yet another repair bill, then took it to get it looked at. The repair bloke rang me to tell me it was a fault in the wotsit and affecting the thingamajig. O no! Not the thingamajig! O woe is me!

But then he said the words that were magic to my ears: "Because you just had a new engine put in, it’s covered under warranty".

I couldn’t believe it. Was it my lucky day or what?

Well I wanted the car last night, so I picked it up, then dropped it off again with them today. The engine place were going to haul it down to some godforsaken spot in Clayton and work on it today, and all being well I’ll pick it up tomorrow. And it’ll cost me zilch. Wow.

Obviously this chain of events has left me in something of a state of shock, because after dropping the car off this morning, as I walked to the station to go to work, I realised I didn’t have my wallet. I’d left it somewhere at home. Oops. I suddenly felt very flustered. My normal wallet pocket didn’t feel right.

Once upon a time
I had a mental checklist
that I used to reel off every time I left the house going to work. Diary, phone, hankie, wallet, lunch… that kind of thing. Maybe I need to do something like that again.

Thankfully I had $3 with me, enough to buy a $2.70 ticket to get me either to work on the train or back to home on the bus to find my wallet. But diverting via home would mean another hour or so before I got to work. And while I have fairly flexible working hours, it was already 9:20 – to roll up to work around 10:30 might be pushing it. So I went to work instead, safe in the knowledge that one of my good colleagues would lend me a few shekels to last the rest of the day. Which they did. What nice people they are.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.