meaningful exchanges
The Subaru XV manual is sucking a quarter-bottle of coolant a week, the engine oil is black, the brakes grab, the tires are done .. time to go see about a service, but where?
The girl at the dealer’s desk smiles as you approach, so happy to see you. ‘Hello sir,’ she says, ‘how can I help you?’
I tell her of my car’s problems. She enters them onto her computer: the problems, plus my name, home address, phone number, email address and driver’s licence number. My wife’s maiden name and recent arrest record … it goes on.
Where did I buy the car and when, do I have a service record, is the car insured, and by whom, has it been involved in any accidents, and where, were they reported, do you have any suspicions that the odometer has been manipulated, and if so, by whom, and why, who else drives the vehicle, what are their licence numbers, do you park said vehicle inside, outside your residence or in a garage, she ticks more boxes.
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The Subaru XV is sucking a quarter-bottle of coolant a week, the engine oil is black, the brakes grab, the tires are done .. time to go see about a service, but where?
Don the local mechanic looks up from the wreck he’s trying to revive, recognises me, says ‘What is it this time, the bloody radiator again?
petebowes.com 
Now I know why you keep your wifes identity so tightly under wraps, on the run from the law and recently no less! I knew it! Nothing to do with respectable privacy, just like that woman that teamed up with those German terrorists! (that was the only resemblance I could think of so quickly).
I had imagined her as this angelic woman, moving into her later years with grace and style (I think she has to be a natty dresser because it looks like it rubbed off on you). Oh well.
P.S To Peters wife, just joshin, feeling a bit down at the end of the week, my dog went blind recently and I am feeling morose about most things, so this is the only writing I have done all week. Always get a lift writing to Pete, a release of sorts.