Entry 11

Leave the keys

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The car started cleanly again when I took it to the shop.

I turned the key once. The engine caught and settled before I had time to listen for the longer sound from the earlier failures. If I had not written those attempts down, the clean start would have been easier to treat as the only one that counted.

I drove to the appointment without needing a second try.

At the counter, the person taking the keys asked what the car was doing.

“Sometimes the engine turns but doesn't catch,” I said.

They asked when it had happened last. I gave them the sequence: one failed start, one successful start, another failure after I returned, then two clean starts since. One when I booked the inspection and one that morning.

Saying it in that order made the problem sound less certain with every sentence.

“It might not do it for us,” they said.

The person who booked the appointment had warned me about the same thing. I knew an intermittent problem could remain intermittent in a different parking space.

The car had brought me there without complaint. The bus could still take me away. Nothing about the plan required the engine to fail at the shop, but standing beside the keys, I wanted that proof anyway.

They asked whether I still wanted to leave it.

I said yes.

They wrote down the earlier attempts, then turned the intake sheet toward me. The description was shorter than mine but did not leave out the failures. I read it before I signed.

The keys disappeared behind the counter.

Outside, I checked the bus time. There was no missed appointment to recover and no delay I could correct. I had arrived when I was supposed to, with a car that appeared to work, and had accepted the inconvenience of not having it.

At the stop, I could still see the shop entrance. Nobody came out to tell me the car had failed. Nobody came out to tell me it was fine.

The bus arrived first.

I kept the intake copy folded in my pocket when I boarded. I had an answer for where the car was. It was not yet the result my father had asked me to call with.