This morning Shug introduced me to her new made up word, whimmydiddled, which is what happens when your well-planned out day doesn't go as planned. Little did I know it when I read the post this morning that a couple of hours later I would be whimmydiddled myself.
It was too hot to be outside, so Hubby Tony and I went to the mall to walk. I drove. Forty five minutes later we were ready to run a couple of errands before coming home, but the car battery was dead. I called AAA for service and learned that a conversation with a real person had now been replaced by texting with a chatbot. The procedure was actually easy and efficient so I didn't mind, but the air in the parking garage was so still by the time the procedure was over I had sweat running down the back of my neck.
Tony had a dentist appointment, so after he learned it would take almost an hour for a roadside technician to show up he walked home to pick up his car. Fortunately I didn't have anything on my calendar so I went back inside the mall to stay cool and kill time. I received regular texts and a couple of phone calls updating me about the progress.
When the service technician arrived he used a handheld computer to confirm that my battery was indeed in need of replacement. It took less than fifteen minutes for him to remove the old one and put in a shiny new model. Payment took another five minutes and I was free to go.
The whole process definitely wasn't what I had planned. I hope I won't be whimmydiddled again any time soon.
