Diary of a Middle-aged Woman

My Intuition - Why Don't I Listen to It?

I should listen to my intuition.

The day before my appointment with the auto body shop to replace my driver's side mirror after my 'incident' last week, my intuition kept saying to call and make sure my mirror was ready to be installed. The mirror had to be ordered and then painted. (When I made the appointment, I gave the body shop technician my car's color and trim number so it could be painted.)

I didn't listen to it and trusted that everything would be okay. How wrong I was.

When I arrived, Steve, the manager, approached me. "Can I help you?" he asked. I told him I was there to have a mirror installed. "Do you have an appointment?" he asked suspicously. When I tell him that I called last week, he looks surprised and runs to the appointment book. "I see your name, but I don't even know where your mirror is. Let me check around."

After a fifteen minute search of the shop he says, "I have your mirror, but it's not painted. Are you leaving your car here for it to be put on?" "No, it was supposed to be painted and all ready to go" I inform him.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Can you come back tomorrow and we'll have it ready for you?" he asks. "Yes" I answered slightly annoyed.

This morning I will be hanging out at the auto body shop. Something I hate to do. There's no television or radio, While Steve searched for my mirror, I looked at the magazine selection. All of them were for motorheads. I came across a People magazine, but it was the Spanish version. Speaking Spanish is a skill I lack. I sat and stared out the window.

The lesson here is that I should listen to my intuition. Had I called the day before, like my intuition told me to, I wouldn't have to go back again today. That little voice was so right.