Through a Glass, Darkly

Yesterday began at 4am — awakened by Belle but also that oddly magical Brahma Murti Time.
Cleaned and organized for three or four hours and then went back to sleep.
Excited for my friends Taniya and Michael’s baby shower at Dosa, as I was leaving at 11:15, a loud scraping sound stopped me.
The garage here is tight — there is literally an inch or so on each side when you enter or exit — and someone had parked my car a little more to one direction than usual.  It was totally my fault, however, and even though I was going at a snail’s pace, I was only looking one way.
My driver’s side mirror is looking a little sad, but the more immediate problem was that the tiniest dent in the railing prevented the garage door from closing all the way.
Quick yelping yielded a half-dozen garage door repair men, until I settled on Herb whose company is called HK.
Only then did I read the yelp reviews where he was either given five stars or one, with all the one stars being for his incredibly belligerent attitude.  People wrote about how he was the world’s crankiest older gentlemen and how he would yell and swear at them.  But even the one star reviewers admitted that he totally knew his stuff and was super-efficient and well-priced.
I had a total FIVE STAR experience.  He was the first one available.  He was on time.  He fixed everything in five minutes flat.  And — unlike all the other repair people who said that there was a $199 Sunday emergency fee, $85 to look at it, and then parts and labor — Herb only charged me $50 total.  $50!  (versus $400 +).
Drove safely to the brunch which was lovely.  Taniya looks more beautiful than ever and a delight to meet her family.  AMAZING food at Dosa — with a take-home carton which was Susan and my delicious dinner (though a little too spicy for Belle, I feared.)
Watched Richard Branson’s Oprah segment — he has named his yacht after my dog I learned (no doubt as part of some long-term scheme to win her affections):
Branson is a fascinating figure, but he’s not going to win Belle over with money.
[Although a full-time residency on Necker Island where she could swim constantly, might be a powerful lure, indeed.]
So yesterday I learned not only to look both ways constantly while backing out, but also for billionaires trying to steal my dog.

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