Hello, everyone.
It’s been a while since we’ve visited at Sunrise, and in fact, we’re an hour or so late.
As I sit posting this to you, geese fly outside the window, Chief Seeing Eye Dog Blue is laying in my recliner awaiting word from his doggy friends.
So, without further delay, here’s Henry Hubschman.
Car ordeal
By Trish Hubschman
Henry
I can tell this whole story, you know. I’ve been listening closely to the folks and following every step. Mom and Dad don’t realize that. I can be very sneaky. Heee-hee. I felt really bad for them when their brand-new car broke and am happy because it’s home again now and it works. While it was being fixed, they were driving a rented mini-van that this place called Jeep paid for. Hm, I wonder why they call it “mini.” It was as big as a tank. They should call it ‘maxi.”
You all know that the car broke a few weeks ago and that Dad had a heck of a time trying to get it to the jeep place, well, the fix-it guys there thought the problem was the car’s starter. This made sense since the car wouldn’t start. They ordered the part and replaced it. But our car still didn’t start. Drat. I guess it wasn’t that. A few days after that, the head fix-it guy said they found some corrosion in the car’s electrical system. Yuck. I don’t know what that is, but it sounded gross.
“Things get corroded with age,” Mom said. “Like dead batteries in a boom box. How is that possible in this case?”
She had a point. I looked at Dad.
He shrugged. I guess he didn’t have the answer to that. He had already filed a claim with the Big Corporation to get the money back from them for selling them a piece of fruit. He was still looking at his cell phone. “Guy says we should have the car back in three to five days.”
“Hm,” Mom murmured. “It’s Wednesday. Three days from now is Monday.”
Huh? My eyebrows would have shot up if I had any. Mom’s math wasn’t right.
“What happened to Saturday?” Dad asked.
That’s what I was thinking too.
Mom shook her head. “Only count business days. Service department isn’t open on weekends,”
Drat. The week just got longer. Monday came and the only car-related thing ghat happened was the lady from the Big Corporation called and said they weren’t going to reimburse the folks. The car had to be fixed.
“What if It can’t be?” Mom asked Dad.
He looked at her. “It has to be, simple as that.
Drat. I wondered if it would be.
On Wednesday, the fix-it guy texted Dad and told him they didn’t have the part yet, but maybe it would come in on Friday. Dad said it wouldn’t happen on Friday. He didn’t say why, but Mom seemed to understand and agreed with him.
Thursday was Thanksgiving. That was my favorite holiday. I got to eat a lot of yummy turkey. On Friday, nothing happened with the car. Neither Mom or Dad was surprised. I guess I wasn’t either. Then came the long weekend.
“Do you think anything’s going to be different on Monday?”: Dad asked, but I don’t think he was expecting an answer.
Hurray, hurray! On Monday, the fix-it guy said they got the parts and the car started and could be driven. Wow wow wow! He said maybe the folks would be able to pick it up on Tuesday. The fix-it people had to clean it up first. But Tuesday came and went.
“Do you think it’ll be ready tomorrow?” Mom asked.
“I doubt it,” Dad replied.
But at two-thirty the next afternoon, they were racing to Jeep to pick up their car. A few hours later, they pulled back into our driveway with a brand-new looking Jeep Compass SUV. It was beautiful. The ordeal was finally over for the folks, oh, so I hope.
Trish Hubschman is the author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series: Tidalwave, Stiff Competition, Ratings Game, Uneasy Tides, and Gayle’s Tales.
Trish is deaf/blind and lives in South Carolina with her husband, Kevin Hubschman, author of “One More Reason To Cry” and “Outside The Circle.”
They have a dog, Henry. Both Trish and Kevin went to college in New York and have bachelor’s degrees in English.
To check out Trish’s gooks, visit:
https://www.dldbooks.com/Hubschman/
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https://www.dldbooks.com/kevinhubschman/