On Thursday, Matt said he would swing by my apartment after work to check on my car's brake issue. Since I got home early, I decided to check out the status of the brake fluid reservoir for myself before he arrived.
Do you like how I used brake fluid reservoir into that sentence like it's a phrase I throw around all the time?
Anyway, I went out to my car it was nothing short of miraculous that I was even able to pop the hood and figure out how to prop it up. And then I took a photo of the insides and it to Matt with the message, "OK - CAN YOU TELL ME WHICH ONE IS THE BRAKE FLUID RESERVOIR?"
I know what you're thinking. OH LAURA DARLING HAS A FUTURE IN AUTOMOTIVE MECHANICS.
While I waited for a response I just stood there and looked at the mess of wires and hoses and compartments. Not moving. Just staring.
A few minutes later a maintenance truck for the apartment complex came down the hill. TALK ABOUT MIRACULOUS. As the truck got closer, I saw my favorite maintenance man behind the wheel. I will take this moment to say I never thought there would be a point in my life when I would have a favorite maintenance man.
But I do and his name is Marv.
Since Michelle and I moved into this apartment last year, we have called the maintenance department no less than twenty times. We call for all sorts of reasons - ranging from broken heat and refrigerators to burned out light bulbs.
We also blow fuses with impressive regularity and call for help every time.
Marv has the honor of being a frequent responder to our calls for maintenance related assistance. He is a gentleman of around sixty, weighs about 300 pounds, and has a freshly lit cigarette with him at every moment. One time last summer he came to fix (yet another) blown fuse and as he left our apartment he said, "Welp, you ladies have a good weekend. I'm going home, getting a shower, and then...I'm goin' clubbin."
More power to ya, Marv.
Anywho Marv pulled up next to me on Thursday, rolled down his window, and said, "Well young lady, you don't look like you're dressed for car repair. Is everything all right?"
Marv, if everything was alright, I would not be standing outside in the 17 degree weather in my high heels staring blankly at the inner workings of my car. I explained the situation and Marv got out of his truck, just like I knew he would, to take a look at things. He leaned into the hood of my car with his burning cigarette and I crossed my fingers and hoped he wouldn't get it too close to anything combustible because THEN I'D REALLY BE IN TROUBLE.
He started speaking in automotive terms until I finally said, "PLEASE, MARV, DUMB IT DOWN. I drive 4 miles to work each day. Can this car be safely driven 4 miles tomorrow morning?"
The answer to that was yes, yes it could.
Matt still came over on his way home from work. He checked things out, took Old Blue for a spin, and assured me I was safe to drive. And then he started explaining brakes and pistons and sensors to me just like Marv had, and at the conclusion of his detailed explanation I said, "I don't really know what any of that meant."
And Matt sighed and said "IT'S BASIC FLUID MECHANICS! DON'T YOU KNOW BASIC FLUID MECHANICS?"
The answer to that is no, no I don't.
Unless you're talking about the mechanics of the fluids wine and/or chocolate milk and then I'M YOUR GIRL.