And so it comes... The dreaded day. The one that comes about two or three times a year, or more accurately every 10,000Km. Yes, I'm talking about my car's service.
It's actually been due since three weeks ago. I've stopped driving it since then but I just couldn't be bothered with taking it for the service. I've been in too good a mood to deal with a huge bill. In addition to the service there are a few other things that need to be fixed in the car. The AC thermostat sensor is broke and I can only use the AC on manual. Only one of the rear doors opens. I never bothered to fix this for a while because it's always just me and OD in the car. But now with the baby I can't delay fixing it anymore. And lately the brakes started squeeling so it's time to get those done too.
This time I've prepared myself for the worst. It's gonna be a heavy one, but it's ok. It's still cheaper than buying a new car, right? Besides I love my car and I don't care for the new BMW 5 Series.
So the dude from the workshop calls last night. He says that they haven't started on fixing the stuff I asked to be fixed, but just doing the regular inspection service they've found about 750 rials worth of stuff to be done and he doesn't advise to do fix the things I wanted fixed just yet. Apparently the radiator's leaking from two places (so how come the car doesn't overheat?), the powerstearing pipes are leaking, the brakes need to be changed entirely not just pads and discs, and the list goes on. And yet I am still in a good mood and I smile as I ok all the repairs and tell the guy to go ahead with the job order and drift into a recurring daydream in which Omantel's shares soar beyond all projections... aaaah.