mechanic convo

me­chan­ic:
‘The airbag part is back­o­rdered so we have to post­pone your re­call ap­point­ment for a few weeks.’

me:
‘Oh okay. Hey, it’s been a while since I read the no­ti­fi­ca­tion, re­mind me what the is­sue is again?’

me­chan­ic:
‘There’s a slight pos­si­bil­i­ty the airbag won’t de­ploy in the event of an accident.’

me:
‘Oh!’
*laughs*
‘Haha okay, see for some rea­son – I don’t know why – I thought there was a chance that it could just sud­den­ly ex­plode and the pieces would fly every­where and kill me.’

me­chan­ic:
‘Oh, no, that’s not the is­sue. Just that it might not ac­tu­al­ly work.’

me:
‘Well that’s good to hear.’

We live in dark times when I’m re­lieved to hear that my airbag isn’t go­ing to blow up and kill me. It just sim­ply won’t deploy.
 

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2018 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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