Today I went to Meineke for an oil change. Sasha drove over to the shop with me, so we could run errands while the Jeep was being taken care of. When I went to pick the Jeep up later, it wasn't ready yet, so I decided to wait in the car with Sasha and Aspen instead of in the shop. As it turns out, the mechanic working on the Jeep came out to the car to inform me that something was wrong with the Jeep.
"Can you come inside for a minute so I can show you something on your car?" He asked me.
So I followed him. On our way to the car, he said, "So, was that your daughter and granddaughter?"
I was thinking to myself, is this guy talking to me? My daughter and granddaughter? As in, I gave birth to Sasha, and Sasha to Aspen? And this is the guy that's been in contact with my car? (Here's a photo of all three of us, just for reference).
"That's my sister and baby!" I choked out. I seriously didn't know whether to burst out laughing or turn around and have Sasha take me home.
The mechanic then said, "oh, so she's your daughter?" And I had no idea if he was talking about Sasha, or Aspen. Then he pointed to my front brake system and said, "do you see this, your router?" And I wanted to say, "do you?!"
Needless to say, Meineke did not get our business in replacing our front routers and discs, and I'm feeling a little bit old today. But laughing pretty hard.