I got my car back from the garage today.
It had some sort of engine fault. Nothing trivial – they had to replace the whole thing; not the car, just the engine.
They gave it a wash as well.
When there, I asked how much the loan car I had been driving about in all week would cost.
I guess this wasn’t the right question, as, it let me into a one-hour rabbit warren of questions and analysis.
Funny, I am able to explain to a family the nature of their mother or father’s deterioration and death in less time than it took the car salesman to come-up with an estimate of the cost.
We seem to have our values mixed-up.