spinning my wheels

You may remember back a few months when I went to Maggie’s play at school and came out to have a tree fall on my car (moments before I would have moved it…) (And if I wasn’t such a chatty person, I might have been long gone before the tree fell, but I am and I was not.)

(Now that I’m looking for a link, I’m not sure I wrote about it. Oops. I assume I did and just can’t find it. But I summed it up pretty well up there with the play, tree, car sentence.)

Insurance paid for the damage which turned out to luckily be only cosmetic. Cosmetic damage can add up though. Seriously. So we had the work done, drove the rental, the whole shebang. A pain, but otherwise, not a big deal.

Then a few days after picking the car up we were driving downtown and heard a LOUD, WEIRD sound that seemed as though we had hit something or been hit by something or, well, something. When we got to our destination, we realized that a black plastic triangle located behind the passenger side rear view mirror had flown off.

Again, cosmetic. Whatever.

I went by the repair place to inquire about the triangle. They looked at it and said it was no biggie to reorder one and that it would take a couple days and to check back.

…but I didn’t go back. Weeks went by. Then a month or two. See, the only time I see the passenger side rear view mirror is when I happen to park at the grocery store facing east and see it on my way out. Of course, then I have groceries so I can’t go back to the shop then because I have to put groceries away. And then I forget again.

I finally gathered my gumption one day in November (I think?) and stopped back in. I explained who I was and that it had been a while but do you still happen to have my triangle?

He remembered the triangle, but had sent it back already. So he said he would order another and I should check back in two days.

Do I need to even say what happened next? Do I?!

There is currently no black triangle on my car. It’s been over two months (I think?) since I last requested the piece.

Informal poll:

Do I just forget about it? (It should be noted that it drives Mike nuts.)

Suck it up and go ask again?

Just order the piece from the dealer and have it shipped? (thereby admitting my error and paying for the piece.)

Is he holding the piece there because he knows what a flake I’m being about this? Or has he sent it back again, fully disgusted with my flakiness?

What should I do?