THIS POST CONTAINS ZERO SARCASM.
On Wednesday evening, Will arrived home and informed me that he thought the Vespa was leaking gas. Since that is our second vehicle and the way he commutes to work, this had the potential to be Very Bad.
Yesterday I drove him to work. He called the Vespa shop and made an appointment, and this morning I followed him there. I was encouraged by the fact that I didn’t SEE anything bad happening, but still incredibly nervous. I may have mentioned once or twice before that we are POOR. Beyond the occasional splurge for beer or tacos, we can’t afford anything beyond our regular expenses. I just got paid for helping out at the yarn store, so I crossed my fingers, toes, and everything else that it wouldn’t cost too much more than I had just earned.
And the universe totally gave us a break. It’s costing $51 and the bike is ready to come home. If I remember right, the shop charges $40 an hour for labor, which means the problem was fixable with an $11 part. YAY!
I am so grateful that we don’t have to worry about this. I spend most of my days waiting for the other shoe to drop, whatever that means, and it’s nice to have something work out in our favor.
NOW BACK TO WHINING AND BEING SARCASTIC.