In Which I am Neurotic

So, as you may or may not have heard, the Saturn line of cars has been sold off and discontinued. As you also may or may not know, I am greatly saddened by this. I am a Saturn orphan.

Anyway, the downtown Saturn dealership is the only place my little red Apollo has ever been. And now they’re closed. I got mailings saying that Jerry Seiner GMC is now the official place for certified mechanics and that they’ll pick up where my Saturn people left off. I don’t like this one bit. Nu-uh. Nope. Never!

I am ridiculous, I know, but I feel like a little lost lamb from the flock. Who are these people? Can I trust them with my car? The Saturn mechanics knew my car as well as I did and the service there was unbelievable! Besides, they had record of all my visits there and had the service history for my car. You know, like a medical record. “Allergies?” Synthetic oil. “Past surgeries?” Yes, I recently has my brakes replaced. “Current medications?” What?

Now I have to wrack my brain and fill out another medical history for the new ones.

But, change is good, the Doctor teaches us this. So, I made an appointment for an oil change with these people and I felt like a little kid going to the doctor’s office for shots.

I didn’t tell Apollo. I just launched it on him. Poor thing.

I slowly pulled into the very large parking lot, wild west shootout music whistling in the background. I glanced around for a bouncing tumbleweed, but they had had the sense to remove all of them. Where the hell do I park? I’m always hesitant to park next to the stock of other cars, irrationally afraid that my car will get mistaken for one for sale.

The smiling faces eagerly took Apollo into the bay, drawing up paperwork and pitch-perfect reassurances that they are the best people for the job. Apollo rolled into the back as I was distracted and shuffled off with a tour of my new facility. Hm, I think, I will not be hoodwinked by their confidence…

It was all rather painless, really. In fact, anticlimactic. These new mechanics handed my car back to me in the same condition in which I gave it to them (except with new oil, of course). I was shown out with parting gifts and well-wishes. It would seem that my Saturn and I have been adopted into a new flock. I need to learn to take one from Apollo and just roll with it.