I’m sitting in the waiting area (it’s too small to call “room”) of Glass Doctor in Lawton as the crack from the rock that hit the Suburban’s windshield somewhere on I-40 gets repaired.
I don’t know if I’m more excited about getting it fixed or about having 45 minutes of quiet to peruse 8 month old glass industry trade magazines.
I’m hoping it doesn’t take more than an hour to fix because there’s only one small bathroom here for customer use and it is WAAAY too close to the receptionist’s desk for comfort (and now you know I have space issues with public restrooms).
This is the first time I’ve ever had any kind of car issue on a trip. I called my insurance agent back in NC to ask her what I needed to do and she said, “Oklahoma? Really? What in the world are you doing THERE?”. I tried politely explaining that there was civilization away from the East Coast but I could tell she didn’t believe me.
Maybe she will when she gets the bill.
Have a nice day.