I took a taxi to the mechanic after work yesterday to pick up my car.
“I’m here to pick up my car,” I said.
“Okay, here,” the man said, and handed me the key.
No signature, no nothing.
I got in and drove to my next appointment.
They had looked at my car, he told me, and found nothing, which is among the things still covered under my guarantee.
Driving home on the freeway, though, I found myself sticking to the right lane, and keeping an eye out for emergency turn-outs etc.