A Breakup Letter to My Garage
I can still remember when we first met. I was immediately taken with your friendly demeanor and oil smell. We hit it off immediately, and you seemed like the answer to all my prayers. We’ve had some good times since then, you and I. The oil changes, the carburetor tuning, and who could forget the custom exhaust?
But it’s a been a long time since then. Things have changed. You have changed. Suddenly you weren’t been as excited when to see me walk in the door. You started to charge me for little things that you used to throw in for free. If I’m honest, you’ve even let yourself go a little. What really gets me though is how uncommunicative you’ve now become.
I don’t think I’m asking for much here. When I give you something to do we normally agree on a reasonable timeframe. We both know this is a guess, or as you always put it, “an estimate.” I understand these timeframes are dynamic and that I’m not always the priority for you. I really do understand these things. What you don’t seem to understand is that I just want to be kept up to date. I just want to know how things are going and hear from you. It makes me feel better and it helps me trust you. So when six weeks go by and I don’t hear from you—when I’m the one picking up the phone every other week—it makes me doubt you. It makes me doubt that you care about me anymore. Don’t you value our relationship? I’m trying not to turn my back on everything we’ve built together, but it seems like I’m the only one trying here.
I think it’s time we parted ways. It’s not me, it’s you. I wish you all the best in the future, but right now I need someone who understands me and where I’m coming from. You could have saved our relationship just by picking up the phone, just by caring a little, but you couldn’t do that. I hope you find someone else soon. I guess we’ll always have the head rebuild…