Waiting for my car to be serviced offers a unique opportunity to watch and listen to other folks waiting for the same reason. Honestly it is a depressing sight. Many have a dejected look on their faces and slumps in their posture. The waiting room is drab, fake wood paneling lines the walls faithfully maintaining the brown color scheme with chairs from a forgotten era.
It is as if you stepped back in time, a space that recreates common office areas of the early 1980s. Those who wait looked betrayed, as if the promise of a faithful car has been broken. I wonder if I too have the same demeanor. I hope not. But who knows, I was told it will take a few hours to do my service. At the end, I may look no different then those around me.