“Hi, Bernie,” a woman’s voice called out from right beside me on Friday morning.
In my defense, the air compressor was knocking away. I was in complete concentration mode under the hood of a 2001
She wanted to make an appointment for an oil change. In doing so, she issued a gentle reminder to get my head out of my ass; and look up occasionally, as if I did indeed know where the hell I was. :)
Monday the twenty-fourth I’ll be in my attached comic shop, writing all day, instead of fixing cars. I’ve already promised a bunch of my regular kid customers I’d be open early.