If we talk about the ability to get into stupid situations, then I can really be given a medal. Or at least a discount card at the service station - a regular customer is entitled.
I think it's no secret that gasoline prices are growing at some unhealthy rate. I have a feeling that they wake up in the morning, do exercises and say: "Shall we grow up a little more?" My Hyundai Tucson is on diesel and it's a complete disaster. And they say it will be even worse. In addition, the sowing begins, which means that there may be not only a huge price, but also a deficit. I've already started to guess whether it would be cheaper to go to work on a scooter... or crawl right away.
And then it came to me: I have my old Skoda Fabia! She's standing in the garage, resting, as if she's on seniority leave. I tried to sell it several times, but sentimentality kept me. After all, it was my first foreign car. I think: now I'm resuscitating - and I'll save. Naive.
The problem turned out to be that she wasn't just standing. As it turned out, she rented out the living space. Mice. Moreover, judging by the scale of the destruction, not one or two, but the whole mouse community "Cheesy Paradise". They settled there: the living room is the living room, the glove compartment is the pantry, and under the seats, apparently, there were luxury bedrooms.
I spent half a day checking out. Without trial and investigation, but with rags, gloves and a facial expression "how I got to this". I removed the seats, pulled out some supplies, which I obviously didn't put there. At some point it seemed to me that I was interfering with their family life and now I will be asked to go out and not make noise.
When I finally cleaned the salon, it looked like a small but very purposeful apocalypse had passed there. And then the most unexpected thing happened - the car took it and started. Just like that. After a year of downtime. After the mouse invasion. No dramas, no tantrums. Unlike me.
Now the next stage is the service station. I'm going there with a philosophical mood: either they'll tell me "everything is fine", or "prepare the money", or "this is the first time we've seen this, call the others". In any case, it won't be boring for sure.
