H is for…

October 11, 2008 at 6:31 am 15 comments

While I was away, two of my grandgirls, Juliette, who is five and her little sister, Brendolynn, who is two, spent the weekend with me.  Normally, that’s a ticket for 48 hours of non-stop fun.  But that weekend not only did I have a cold that interfered with hearing their chipmunk-like voices,  but the muffler fell off my car as I was picking them up. 

Pap works every weekend, so handing this problem off to him (and taking his car) was not an option.  Being grounded to the house all weekend with two small kids, was also not an option.  Armed with a box of kleenex and a bag full of toys for the kids, I started calling around to our available car repair shops Saturday morning to see if I could get an appointment to have the muffler repaired.  

The first thing I learned was that car repair shops in Southeastern, Ohio  do not make “appointments”.  They can either get you “in” or they can’t…or won’t.  Shop one didn’t feel like doing a muffler on Saturday morning.  What kind of business person turns away a job?  Undaunted by this first rejection, I took a break to hack up a lung, make a note to black ball that business and pull Brendolynn out of my palm tree. 

Shop two said they could get me “in” but not until Thursday.  Silly of me, but isn’t that the same as making an “appointment”?  I told them I’d call back, took the sippy cup Brendolynn was using to sprinkle my leather couch away from her, rescued Juliette’s play-doh from the dog, blew my nose and then called my next option. 

“Bring her in” Shop three said.  I was encouraged.  Not only were they going to help me out, they knew my car was a “she”.  Once I’d changed Brendolyn’s diaper, retrieved Juliette’s shoe from under the couch, found something for me to wear that at least kinda matched and herded both girls into the car, I was sneezing so much my eyes were watering.  I roared my way to the repair shop and pulled up to the garage doors which were right under a sign that said “No appointment necessary, we’ll hear you coming”.  Apparently they had a standing policy about getting people “in”.

 The windows were so covered with dirt and cobwebs you couldn’t see inside.  Once we found the door, I understood why they didn’t worry about no view of the interior.   It was furnished with a bedraggled collection of old barber chairs, each occupied by large men dressed in camoflage. A bulletin board covered in business cards so faded you couldn’t read most of them occupied one wall, the others were covered with clocks, hunting calendars and a pepsi machine that held nothing but Coke and Mt. Dew.  Dirt made up the balance of the waiting room furnishings.  Once I’d convinced the mechanic and his cohorts that my Sebring was a 98 not a 96, they left me in that pit and disappeared under an employees only sign that led to what I’m sure was a state of the art, spotlessly clean garage.  Minutes later, I was wishing you could muzzle children without being arrested.

Juliette began to sing her A,B, C’s.  The first time it was cute.  The second time, when she sang her new version (A’s for the apple so shiny and sweet, B is for birds all going tweet, tweet….I think her teacher must be about 90) with Bren chiming in on the last word at the top of her lungs it was still kinda cute.  Once they’d repeated this song about 20 times, getting louder each time, I was fairly certain that my head was going to explode.  And then Juliette began a new version, this one accompanied by both of them jumping on the barber chairs. 

“A is for Apple, B is for Bread, C is for Candy, D is for Donuts, E is for Eggs, F is for Fish Sticks, G is for Grapes, H is for….  H is for…  Nana what is H for?”

“Hush, Juliette.  H is definately for HUSH.”

She stopped jumping.  She looked a me with one hand on her hip.  “You can’t eat HUSH, Nana, where did you go to school?”

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15 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah)  |  October 11, 2008 at 2:49 pm

    LOL! Out of the mouths of babes, eh? Wonderful story, Kat!

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  • 2. guyana gyal  |  October 11, 2008 at 3:08 pm

    Nana is one very brave, strong woman. I often wonder how *men* would handle such situations, flu and all. Ha.

    That scene you paint of Shop 3…I can smell the grease. And old dust.

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  • 3. FatWhiteMan  |  October 11, 2008 at 5:19 pm

    Southern Ohio business owners crack me up. The first priority of a Southern Ohio businessman is to make sure there is no business in Southern Ohio.

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  • 4. LauraJ  |  October 11, 2008 at 7:13 pm

    She told you huh?

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  • 5. katcampbell  |  October 11, 2008 at 9:15 pm

    AV – She’s a character that kid.
    GG – Ah, but we women just take it all in stride. That’s why I’m glad I’m a girl.
    FWM- Preaching to the choir my Ohio Friend.
    Laura J – Yup, she did.

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  • 6. Little old me  |  October 12, 2008 at 8:27 pm

    What a pair, this really made me laugh. But then it’s always funny when it’s happening to someone else

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  • 7. katcampbell  |  October 13, 2008 at 4:59 am

    LOM – It’s always happy in retrospect too, don’t feel bad about laughing.

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  • 8. Hayden  |  October 13, 2008 at 10:36 pm

    time to introduce her to Hush Puppies!

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  • 9. Tim Id  |  October 15, 2008 at 10:09 am

    The true irony was that you were in a muffler shop wishing for a way to reduce the noise of your grandchildren and your car. I hope they were able to do something about your car at least 🙂

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  • 10. Canterbury Soul  |  October 15, 2008 at 7:51 pm

    i love children. they bring so much positive vibes to this world.

    thanks for the sharing! 🙂

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  • 11. Quilly  |  October 16, 2008 at 1:20 pm

    I love this story! I think I love your grand-daughter!

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  • 12. vaianp  |  October 17, 2008 at 12:36 am

    Loved the story! My baby just figured out how to wave bye bye. I am sure I will miss thses days when I get to think H is for hush 🙂

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  • 13. Jamaican Dawta  |  October 18, 2008 at 11:31 pm

    ROTFL!!! She’s a treat.

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  • 14. catch  |  October 23, 2008 at 1:44 am

    haha..that is so cute Kat!!! Arent grandchildren lovely when they feel like it????? lol

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  • 15. guyana gyal  |  October 31, 2008 at 2:47 pm

    You okay, Kat? No Halloween tricks played on you, sending you fleeing?

    Reply

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