Missing the point
A foul smell has prevented me from using my car’s AC for the last several weeks.
I live in Los Angeles.
AC is important.
(Ask my baby while we’re moving 3 MPH on the freeway. He’ll howl in agitated confirmation for you.)
I finally got my car in to the dealership.
They found a leak; the smell was freon.
They took three days to fix my car.
I picked it up this evening.
It was blowing warm air when I pulled away, but that happens some warm days.
By the time I got home, I’d determined the AC wasn’t working for cooling at all.
I sent my husband back to the dealership while I got the kids ready for bed.
He returned home in a loaner car and synopsized his visit thusly:
The service techs had gone home, so my husband explained the situation to the service manager. He concluded with a question. “Didn’t you actually, you know, test to make sure it worked?”
“Hey, but the smell is gone!” the service manager cried.
And, for once, my husband gave The Look to someone who isn’t me.