So where I left off in my last blog post was that my boyfriend had just called a mechanic to come and fix his car. I had tampered with it whilst he was asleep to keep him at my house for longer, but he had no idea. I’ve had some backlash in the comments of my last blog post about this, but I don’t care if you guys are here to judge me. It’s my life and I can do what I want.
Anyway, let’s get back to my recount of events. After he called the mechanic, he let me know that he’d have to hang around for another hour or so until the local car mechanic in Cambridge came to pick up his car. I told him that it was fine and that I completely understood. I told him he’s welcome here whenever and not to feel like he’s overstaying his welcome. What’s mine is his.
We sat in the sun and enjoyed each other’s company. I excused myself momentarily to use the ‘bathroom’ and called the mechanic that he booked the appointment with. I was the one who gave him the number of the mechanic, which was strategically done on my behalf. That way I could call the mechanic to push the appointment back a couple of hours. Genius, I know.
I told the mechanic something very specific to say when he arrived to service my boyfriend’s tyres. Cambridge mechanics are loyal and will listen to you when you have something to say. So he did exactly what I asked him to do when he arrived at my house. He was five hours later than my boyfriend expected and the mechanic blamed being very busy, just like I asked him to. My boyfriend is a really understanding guy so he was very nice about it.
Well, that’s my story. I know not everyone will agree with it, but it was awesome in my opinion.