On Friday, of last week, my car died and I had to be towed to the local garage. The cost estimate for the work grew from £350.00 to £750.00, then £1000.00 until I received the final bill today of £1400.00. As the mechanic and I stood waiting for my card payment to be processed there was an awkward moment. Rather then let this awkward moment pass the mechanic made the brave decision to explain why the job had cost so much,
"It's the worst part that could have gone wrong. It's an expensive part and very difficult to get at."
If I'm honest I would have preferred the truth, something more along the lines of,
"Despite your best efforts, it was clear, to us all, that your knowledge of the inner workings of an engine were non-existant. When we explained the clutch had melted the blank expression on your face told a story. We could, just as easily, have informed you that the gazelle powering the engine had broken free from it's leash, made a break for freedom and we needed to import a new one from Africa. Thus, you have had to pay, what we in the trade call, the mugs premium."
At least that way I could have respected his honesty and perceptive nature. But, I never complained. I paid the money and walked off towards my car muttering expletives under my breath. However, when I turned the key in the ignition something magical happened. The CD, that I had put in the stereo, just before the car had died, started to play and my mood lifted instantly.
I love music it has been with through the rough and the smooth, it helps me when I'm low and makes me buzz when I'm high. Without music I wouldn't be the man I am today.
Oh, and the song that touched me today was this:
The Divine Comedy - Woman of the World