Thursday, December 15, 2016

Tag #772

For the past couple months, Rosie's brakes have been making a noise.  It started out with I-should-think-about-getting-brakes to I'm-going-to-make-the-appointment-soon.  

Today was the big brake day.  

When I go to schedule Rosie's appointments, my only options are:
1. Drop Rosie off at 7:00 a.m. and get shuttled to work
or
2. Use a few hours of vacation and wait while Rosie gets worked on.

Since brakes take almost 2 hours, I opted for the 7 a.m. drop off.  Plus I really didn't think I would be able to be away from the office that long today as tomorrow I am going to Rescue Mission shopping for our employee Christmas project.

Grant, the shuttler, delivered me to my place of employment in record time.  Mulford is such a lovely road to travel at 7:10 a.m.  We encountered minimal traffic and the roads were lovely as the windblown snow had been plowed.  

Rosie needed new front brakes and rotars.  She also got her back brakes cleaned which I am sure has to feel good.  Since they were checking out her underside, they said for $4 per clip, they would replace Rosie's missing 3 clips.  Where did those clips go?  Perhaps those clips are like Bobby pins.  Where do Bobby pins end up?  There must be some magical place with millions of Bobby pins.  It's probably next to Missing Sock Avenue.  

As the day progressed, I waited to find out if Rosie was done.  No call.

We had our department Christmas lunch-out.  That event came and went.  No call.

Finally at 2 p.m., I called.  Rosie was done and Grant, the shuttler, was able to come and fetch me.

I love the service guys.  They are always very friendly and helpful.  I appreciate so very much that they do not talk down to me.  

When I went to the cashier station, the gal handed me Rosie's paperwork and keys and said, "You're all set!"

"No, I still have to pay," reaching for my wallet.

She, then, proceeded to tell me that Santa had paid my bill.

"Santa?  Santa Clause?" I questioned.

"Yes, Santa."

I stood there shocked with tears streaming down my face.  I remember saying, "I don't understand.  Who would pay my bill?  Santa?"

The cashier came around the counter, hugged me and said, "You're going to make me cry.  Yes, Santa paid your bill.  Merry Christmas, Angie!"

Even now...it's been almost 5 hours later, I'm still amazed and thankful and totally in awe that the Lord would put this on someone's heart.  He impressed someone to pay my bill.  He choose this very thing to bless me with on this very day.  

I do not know who Santa is.  Well, I mean, I KNOW HIM!!!!!  But whoever this "Santa" is - thank you from the bottom of my heart.  You have been a huge blessing to me.  

 

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