Just over fifteen hundred miles of highway travel and we spent seven hundred of them watching the crack creep from one end of the windshield to the other. Somewhere in Virginia a tractor trailer tire tossed a stone solidly into the center of the windshield loud and sharp and we entertained ourselves by betting whose side the crack would finish at first as each bump and pothole grew its length an inch or two.
The morning after our arrival found us at the A-1 Auto Glass Specialists of Manchester N.H where after fifteen minutes of standing at the counter while handling the insurance information the nice man said…
“You’re all set Sir, we can get to you in in about two hours. Come back then and we’ll get your vehicle seen to right away.”
So two hours later we arrived and after leaving the vehicle outside we entered to find the place in total pandemonium . Glass techs and office staff alike were all over the shop and office dumping waste baskets and looking under furniture. Something was up and as everyone was too busy to attend our needs we sat in the waiting room to peruse People Magazines and such. And listen clean through the sound proof window to the bosses high decibel explanation to his staff that….
“Dammit!…nothing can go in or out of this shop until we can move that BMW…..find them!”
Consequently bored with People Magazine I lounged back in the chair and stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets in order to comfortably watch the show as I jingled the contents of those pockets in each hand. Ultimately Bossman and Berated Worker entered for yet another office search.
“I swear to God Boss….I put those Beamer keys right there on the counter…..right there.”…and as he whined it triggered an absent minded thought that caused me to realize exactly what I was doing. I was jingling a set of keys in each hand. The first extraction was none other than my familiar Ford keys and I’m sure we all realize by now what I sheepishly produced from the other pocket as I rose to place back on the counter….some very unfamiliar BMW keys.
