And when I went to pick up the car, well...
The artistic director of the theatre called me this morning to explain the where and how of the car swap out. She lives right near the dealership, and had originally planned to go get the car herself, and then somehow get back and then get her own car again. Well, since I had nothing planned for today, I told her I would be more than happy to head over there myself and swap the car out myself, saving everyone involved a lot of extra driving and "inconvenience". Well...
Apparently, the person at the car repair desk was not being cooperative this morning with the artistic director. They car had actually been promised for pick-up yesterday, but since the temporary tags on the "new" car expired yesteday, we really had to get back a car, any car by today. Long story short, the AD eventually had to tell(!) the clerk at the dealership that the wife of the owner of the dealership had just joined their Board of Directors. And that seemed to get through to the clerk at the repair desk. So...
When I went to pick up the car, I just walked up to the desk, and told the clerk that I was there to swap out the car for Charleston Stage. The look on the young woman's face was priceless, a truly pained smile. She simply turned around, grabbed the key off the hook on the wall, turned back around to me, took my "old" key, and then handed over the "new" key. "Thank You, very much." -And that was truly all she said.
