Spoke too soon didn't I?
Sep. 23rd, 2011 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoWhen I mentioned "peace" yesterday, I was premature.
Took my car in this morning for 45,000 mile service. They called mid-morning to say that it needed some filters and the rear brakes adjusted, which I already suspected so fine. I'd also asked them to check once again on the slow leak in one tire. They've tried before to locate and fix that, but without success. Now it has grown fast enough (2 psi drop in a day) that I figured they'd find it.
Another call mid-afternoon to say they had found a small nail hidden deep in the tread, and the hole was repaired. Fortunately a coworker offered to give me a ride down to get the car, or I'd not have gone until 5:30 after the service dept. was closed. Driving back to the library (about 2 miles) I found that the low tire pressure warning light was still on. Pulled a gauge out of the glove box and checked. The "fixed" tire was already down to half pressure.
Called them back and they said bring the car back. So I drove back (carefully) and they gave me a loaner car to get back to work with. About 4:15 they called again to say it was really fixed now. At least there was no pressure warning light on the way home, but it's going to bear close watching.
Work wasn't peaceful either. All day we seemed to have screaming kids climbing the walls and shelves. When their parent was with them, they never seemed to get corrected or made to behave any better than if no one was with them. Wednesday night was dead. This afternoon the last hour before closing was hell, both physically and mentally.
I'd better not wake up to a flat tire tomorrow.
Took my car in this morning for 45,000 mile service. They called mid-morning to say that it needed some filters and the rear brakes adjusted, which I already suspected so fine. I'd also asked them to check once again on the slow leak in one tire. They've tried before to locate and fix that, but without success. Now it has grown fast enough (2 psi drop in a day) that I figured they'd find it.
Another call mid-afternoon to say they had found a small nail hidden deep in the tread, and the hole was repaired. Fortunately a coworker offered to give me a ride down to get the car, or I'd not have gone until 5:30 after the service dept. was closed. Driving back to the library (about 2 miles) I found that the low tire pressure warning light was still on. Pulled a gauge out of the glove box and checked. The "fixed" tire was already down to half pressure.
Called them back and they said bring the car back. So I drove back (carefully) and they gave me a loaner car to get back to work with. About 4:15 they called again to say it was really fixed now. At least there was no pressure warning light on the way home, but it's going to bear close watching.
Work wasn't peaceful either. All day we seemed to have screaming kids climbing the walls and shelves. When their parent was with them, they never seemed to get corrected or made to behave any better than if no one was with them. Wednesday night was dead. This afternoon the last hour before closing was hell, both physically and mentally.
I'd better not wake up to a flat tire tomorrow.
