Musings with AI, Waiting time and the car. 🧙🏼‍♂️

AI s will think (?) that I have come with a musing immediately?

But somedays have passed between the last musing and now.

The musing

Waiting time is thinking time. Waiting time is to try writing the thoughts. The mood is such that the action of writing is in synch with the mind. Lovely moment. Right?

Yesterday while driving my Baleno, I was slightly sleepy. I fought with that and almost won...but but..at a place slightly the battle went wary and I hit a side barricade.

(Caution bala.. when you are feeling dizzy...move the car to a restaurant...walk.. fight with wife..have tea... please)

The left rear view mirror went fut.

Slight bruises to the car on the front side.

Thank God the two wheeler driving boy and girl gave support to us morally, the girl getting down from the pillion and brought the broken piece of the metal behind it.

Smilingly they said, nothing has happened...and we moved on.

Wife was tensed up (me stoically tensed up)

She wanted an immediate appointment with the vehicles doctor.

I postponed the visit to the mechanic to today.

Waiting for the mechanic to tell about the condition. A problem with brake was also there earlier, this is also to be told to the mechanic. The brake screeching..

Ok. The mechanic said:

“The spares are not available right now. Come on 6th. I will get these things fixed.”

Ok.. Waiting time is over.

Now waiting for the car to come down. It is on a throne now.😊

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