The other week when I was at the car mechanic, I saw someone who was so peculiar. They (I don’t like to assume gender) had just backed into a tree and completely damaged the back of their car. They were yelling at no one in particular, saying something about a radio station and how it’s the station’s fault that they backed into a tree. It made no sense to me, and I tried to keep my distance and mind my own business but it was difficult. It was like driving past a car crash – it was very hard to look away.
I was just trying to focus on my suspension service. In the Cambridge area, the roads and driving conditions are pretty harsh on a car’s suspension, which is why I needed the service to begin with. The whole time I was using all my attention on the mechanic. I was determined not to give the crazy person my time of day for two reasons: one, I didn’t want them to start yelling at me and two, people like that just want attention from wherever they can get it. I was not willing to help.
Luckily, the way my mechanic completed the suspension service was really interesting. He (I know how my mechanic defines himself) was walking me through the whole process because he could tell I was interested in it. I also think he was trying to ignore the crazy person at his workshop, too. I don’t blame him. If I was a mechanic located close to Cambridge, I’d do the same thing. He’s just trying to do his job, make a paycheck and go home. He’s not responsible for trying to shield himself from crazy customers. Poor guy.
I was happy when I left the workshop. When I left, the person was still going on about how it wasn’t their fault and that they weren’t paying. I was glad to get out of there.