Service with an unexpected smile

P hates pomp and fuss. He likes good service but he likes it low key and efficient. So he was apprehensive about taking his German car into the local dealership for a service because a friend had told him it was like an operating theatre, clinical, precise, men in suits to greet him, ANPR as he drove towards the green lights then the door lifting automatically for him to enter. I wished him luck. I still don't like the German car but I even offered to go with him because I know how much he dislikes that sort of thing. He went alone, said he'd got some personal shopping to do while they did whatever.

He came home a few hours later full of beans, took a bag of stuff upstairs and left one quite large box in the hall, he shouted for me to put the kettle on as he went up the stairs. A few minutes later he came into the lounge with the cardboard box he'd left in the hall. Present for me? In my dreams.

"So how was it, as bad as Jim had said?" I asked.

"No not at all, excellent people," he said. "Sure they all look like stockbrokers but they're lovely and can't do enough for you. And they finished ahead of time with a good valet thrown in."

Then he opened the box lid. It was a kiddies car, a BMW for kids. He looked pleased with himself he probably thought there was something wrong with me when my face went blank. I asked him what it did and where it was going or who it was for. He said it was for our granddaughter. I nearly sputtered a mouthful of tea.

"Baby girls don't do cars, P, it will be years before she could sit and be towed around on that thing even if she wanted to be."

I just shook my head, sometimes I just don't understand my husband's mind. He said well we could find somewhere to keep it until the time was right, too right I thought, I could definitely find somewhere for it. I asked him what on earth had possessed him to buy it and he said they were selling them at the garage and he thought it was really nice and unusual. I asked him how much,  it was a bargain he said, you couldn't buy them in the shops. I thought who the hell would want to.

It wasn't worth arguing about, suffice it to say we just don't see eye to eye on cars.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx