The Terror Of Waiting In The Car

I recently experienced the terror of waiting in the car. What was going to happen? Exactly how bad could it be? I didn’t know what was going on, and I couldn’t do anything about the situation in any event.

You see, I was waiting in the car while my wife picked up her dress from getting it altered (yes, we’re married already…we got married quick in Vegas and then are holding the big ceremony later). There had been a bit of a problem.

In fact, I’d been waiting in the car at the same spot the day before, no idea a problem could have occurred. All that was being done was some bustling and such. The alterations place had been given three weeks to do this simple operation. They’d even called my wife to make sure she remembered her appointment to pick it up.

However, the dress hadn’t been done. They’d misplaced the dress for three weeks and only found it when my wife came in. They didn’t seem to think this was a problem, considering that the wedding hadn’t happened yet…even though we only had one more day (and no real time even then) to pick it up. They still seem to think we should pay full price for the alteration despite their screw ups. At best, they tried to offer 20% off…even though we had to spend over an hour driving back the next day after wasting over an hour that day to come and pick up what they hadn’t bothered to do (and should have known when they called us).

If this sounds muddled at all, I got this all second hand at a very high rate of speed when my wife got back to the car the day before. I wasn’t allowed in the store because I wasn’t supposed to see the dress. Regardless, my wife was PISSED!

So there I was sitting in the car again. Not knowing: did they actually do the bustling this time? I was horrified to think what might happen if they hadn’t. What would they do to try to make this good? Would they assuage my wife’s anger? I knew I couldn’t.

I sat in the car both looking to see what my wife looked like coming back and listening for possible police sirens. Anything could happen.

Luckily, I saw my wife come back with the dress. She looked pleased. The bustling had in fact been done and they gave her a credit for the entire amount attributable to the bustling since they’d screwed it up. All was well…but it came so close to not being.

That wait in the car was highly tense.

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About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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