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It has been very cold this winter in the Pacific Northwest. Oh, I know some of you will not think a high of 28 degrees during the day is not bitterly cold, but for me, that is cold.
Of course, the nights are even colder. I went out to start my 2002 VW Diesel yesterday morning to get groceries, and it would not start. My husband came home from work and put a charger on it overnight. It started right up this morning. On the other hand, since the battery was 6 years old, we decided it was probably about time to get another one, and I drove to Les Schwab, with my sister, this morning.
It was not too busy in there and they took the car right back. They told me they would check the battery and it would just take a few minutes. We sat there for about 20 minutes and had not heard anything. One of the men had just come out of the shop and we asked him what was going on. He told me they were just then getting to my car and it would just be a few minutes more.
About 15 minutes later my sister got up to ask the receptionist what was going on. By then, we were the only two people sitting there. My sis is hard of hearing and speaks a bit louder than most people. She asked my sister why she was so angry. My sister said she was not angry, and told her she was hard of hearing.
A few minutes later the receptionist told me the battery was dead and they were replacing it with a new one. What, I said, how could you be replacing it with a new battery without discussing it with me? Didn't he come out and tell you? No, I said. Then, a different person came out from the shop to tell me he had called my husband at word, talked to him, and he had told him to put in a new battery.
What! I said. Why would you call my husband when I have been sitting here the whole time? Do you have any idea how this makes me feel? By then the manager came out. They had put a 200 dollar battery in 15 year old car. To put it mildly, I was not a happy camper. I told the manager I was going to shop around for a more sensibly priced battery.
When we got home, I checked the home phone, only to see that the man in the shop had called me at home. When my husband came home from work, he was upset because they called him when he was right in the middle of something (I knew he would be). On top of that, he asked them why they were calling him to ask about purchasing the battery, why they didn't ask me. They said I was not there (he did not know my sister had gone with me). He asked where I had gone in such cold weather, and they had no idea. Of course, he had no idea that I was sitting there with my sister the whole time.
Which is why I wrote that it is official. I am a 63 year old woman. I am now invisible.