My new car and my awesome product advisor

I got my new car on Wednesday. I love it. It's like my previous car, but quieter and with more features.

I asked my product advisor (he's really my sales guy, but his new title makes more sense) if I could get protector film on my new car, similar to what I got on my old one. It protects the car from stone chips and such. I remembered this feature a week before getting the new car, so I knew that it may not be applied in time.

Sadly, it wasn't. I went back on Friday to drop off my car to get it installed.

The problem was that the dealership doesn't offer shuttle services since the pandemic. I'd have to wait for the work to be done.

"I'll drive you home," he said.

"Really? Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," he replied.

He took me home and dropped me off at the dealership once the work was done.

He has been my product advisor for three different leased cars. I truly landed a good one.

Car maintenance that cost me nothing

On Monday, I finally bit the bullet and took my car in for servicing. I have put off getting my car's winter tires off due to the pandemic. When my oil change light lit up on the dashboard, I knew that I had to bring my car in. Thank goodness we are in stage 3 of businesses reopening.

I normally drop off my car and get a shuttle ride home. With the pandemic happening, shuttle service is unavailable. Instead, I had to sit there with a mask on and wait for my car.

The work done on my car took two hours. I will say that sitting under air conditioning with a comfortable cotton mask on was great. I used three hours of paid time off from work that I was supposed to take in early July, but was on vacation. I loved sitting there, relaxing, and vegging.

How much did I pay for the car maintenance. Nothing. Crazy, huh?

My car service was under warranty. Getting my all-season tires on was free, thanks to the tire rotation part of the servicing being done. I had paid for two seasons of tire storage at the place, so I didn't need to pay for more.

To top things off, I had a great service advisor. He was kind. It was nice chatting with him about everything from running out of printer paper, to pointing me in the right direction to get my free messenger bag. Yes, I got a free bag that's pretty nice.

It was a good day.

Snow tires and 60's music

It's the middle of May. I finally got my snow tires off.

This past winter was the first time that I got snow tires. I have lived in Minnesota and Manitoba for nearly nine years when you total everything. I don't know why I waited that long to get them, but they were great during all the snow and ice that we got here.

I have my tires stored at the dealership. I had originally wanted my tires changed last week, but there wasn't enough time to get them out of storage. So, it happened on Wednesday.

I seem to be able to strike up a conversation or have some sort of common bond with drivers shuttling me between the service centre and my home. Getting a ride home consisted of my humming to 60's music with my driver. He was enthusiastically tapping his hand to the beat. He was great in using is GPS to get me home.

"It's my first time not providing directions to get me home. Instead, I got to listen to 60's music," I remarked.
"You seem young to know 60's music," he noted.
"I grew up listening to that era. It was my mom and dad's decade, so I had no choice but to listen to it. Today was like reliving my childhood, but not my decade of music," I replied.

He smiled. I thanked him for making my day.

New winter tires and shuttle driver comparison

Wednesday was a long day. It was also a good one.

I finally got my winter tires installed on my car. It makes a huge difference. I'm glad that I got them.

I had to get a shuttle ride home and back to the car servicing centre. I had two different shuttle drivers.

Some drivers need to work on their conversational skills. I felt like I was being interrogated by the first driver.

"What's wrong with your car?" he asked me, pulling out of the service area.
"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm getting winter tires," I replied.
"Are you parents Chinese?" he asked me.
"Yes," I replied.
"How long have you been in Canada?" he asked me.
"All my life," I replied.
"How long is that?" he asked.
"I'm not telling you. I would be revealing my age," I said firmly.

The interrogation stopped. I turned the table and asked him about cruises that he has been on.

On the contrary, I enjoyed chatting with the driver going to the service centre to pick up my car.

"Hi there," I said, getting into the van.
"Hello. Cold, huh?" he asked me.
"I used to live in Winnipeg. Today is a good day," I replied (-14°C).
"You must be a good winter driver," he concluded.
"You do learn how to drive in winter conditions when you are in Winnipeg," I replied.

We ended up talking about his winter driving experiences in Tokyo and more. He had one other customer to pick up. We all ended up chatting about being a mail carrier (this customer's mail carrier had just handed him his mail while he was walking towards the van).

When I was doing paying and getting my paperwork, my service advisor shook my hand, and wished me a happy Christmas and 2018 to come. He's a good person.

I drove home happy with my new wheels.

Getting my car serviced and receiving a cool surprise

I work from home on Wednesdays. Thank goodness!

On Tuesday, I got a reminder phone call to take my car in for servicing. I called during my lunch break and got an appointment on Wednesday.

I took my car in yesterday at 10:30 am. Everything went smoothly. I spoke to my regular service advisor, got a shuttle, and arrived home to continue working from home.

Around 1.5 hours later, my car was done. The shuttle came promptly to fetch me. I got my car without any issues. It was in record time!

The best part of the experience was getting a gas card. I get 3 cents off a litre for the next 888 litres of gas that I use for the next year. Every bit of savings counts.

I wasn't expecting this gesture. I'll take it.

Sick day, windshield replacement, sleep, and a one-word meme

I decided to take a sick day on Thursday. It worked out fairly well.

I got a solid block of sleep overnight. However, I wanted more. It wasn't going to happen, as it was garbage day. All I heard were doors opening and closing on my street, garbage and recycling trucks stopping and going, and kids screaming as they made their way to school. Ugh!

On a good note, the windshield to replace my car's cracked one was in stock. I drove my car over to the glass shop and got a courtesy shuttle back home. Three hours later, it was done. So, said shuttle came back to fetch me and my car looks new again. I'm thrilled!

I slept from 15:30 till 18:45. It did a world of wonder! I feel less grumpy and more rested. More importantly, I don't seem to be coughing as much. Perhaps my bronchitis is slowly dissipating.

The other day, I saw a one-word meme on Fondles' blog. So, here goes:

1. Where is your phone? Lap
2. Your hair? Medium
3. Your dad? Sleeping
4. Your other half? Sleeping 
5. Your favourite food? Tiramisu
6. Your dream last night? Jumping
7. Your favourite drink? Mojito
8. Fear? Heights
9. Favourite? Vacation
10. Favourite way to relax? Sleep
11. Your mood? Tired 
12. I love? Relaxing 
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren't?  Petite
15. Muffins? Sometimes
16. Wish list item? Money
17. Where you grew up? Toronto
18. Last thing you did?  Showered
19. What are you wearing right now? Pyjamas
20. Something you hate? Tardiness
21. Your pets? Fish
22. Friends? Grateful
23. Life? Rollercoaster
24. Regrets? Some
25. Missing someone? Boyfriend

It's tough to narrow a description down to a single word. Give it a try if you feel like it!

Going with an airport shuttle instead of a taxi

I decided to go with a airport shuttle service for next Sunday. I see this shuttle bus every day in front of my hotel.

My experience dealing with two different taxi companies when I got to Shanghai was not enjoyable. It was way too stressful than I had anticipated.

After doing a bit of research and using a different Web browser (it works fine in Firefox, but not Chrome), I completed booking my ticket online. Here's hoping that it comes to fetch me on time!

Travelling can be so much fun

Two Sundays ago, my guy and I met at our workplace. He told me that he'd get a taxi to come pick us up at around 07:30 to head to the airport.

I had arrived ten minutes earlier. The ramps on and off all highways by the airport were not plowed, so it was slippery driving over snow-covered roads, including the parking lot at work.

I saw the taxi guy circle. My guy arrived ten minutes later. He helped me drag my luggage over to the taxi.

My guy and I go into the taxi. It was like we were about to have treehouse time, but we refrained! My guy looked at my down jacket that I was wearing. It was new. He commented that I looked like I was a vacationing girl in Aspen.

I held his hand. As usual, it was cold. I tried warming it up for the brief five-minute ride to the airport.

My guy and the taxi driver had a bit of a spat. My guy wasn't thrilled that the taxi driver didn't greet him with a cheerful good-morning statement. Rather, the taxi driver said that he had been "circling around for a while." That was untrue. I was there and only saw him circle one time and he wasn't there for a long period. My guy was a bit upset that the taxi driver was charging him a higher flat rate than normal.

Anyway, my guy and I got to the airport to check in. We both found out that our flights had changed. The first segment was cancelled. My guy had two flight segments. I managed to get three. I wasn't too thrilled.

My guy was making me get embarrassed, as he was saying sweet things about me and listing what he wanted to do to me. He enjoys when I get that way. I can't help it. It's who I am.

After speaking with the friendly person at the baggage drop-off counter, my guy and I were on the same flight segments. He asked for our seats to be next to each other. For the first flight, we couldn't have that done. However, we were together on the second flight.

It was quite the walk down to the gate. I still feel like I walk slowly. I told my guy that I appreciated his patience. He advised that I don't walk as slowly as I think that I do. He was impressed that I was doing so well. He's just plain sweet.

My guy got hungry. Our flight was boarding at around 10:00. My guy ordered a jerk chicken tropical salad and was chowing down on it.

We were the last folks to board the plane. I sat down first. He quietly asked me if I was comfy. I was for being on a smaller plane. He continued walking to nearly the back of the plane.

He surprised me by coming up to me and giving me his salad. I had told him that I wasn't exactly hungry, but he wasn't there to just give me food. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was incredibly nice and sweet.

The first segment of our flight lasted an hour. It was uneventful, other than my eating salad as a snack. I got off the plane and waited for my guy to join me. We had arrived in Newark.

My guy travels often, to the point where he has access to any Star Alliance lounge. We seems to be star-crossed lovers. We sat next to each other in brown leather chairs. We kissed and made out. We got tea and snacks. We made out some more.

We needed some lunch, so we headed out to a food court. I wanted to look at the gate information for our flight. My guy discreetly groped my left buttock as we were looking at the flight information screens. It was nice and I was getting turned out. We walked hand-in-hand over to the Earl of Sandwich.

The server called us "lovebirds." We were holding hands the entire time before our meals came.

It was nice that our flight from Newark to St. Louis was only an hour. My guy and I sat next to each other. We kissed and made out some more. He managed to grope my right breast. He then played with my crotch. I actually came twice on the flight and tried to keep my voice down. It was a first for both of us. I played with my guy's hard cock in a discreet manner. It would be messy, so it was more of a taste of what was to come (no pun intended).

My guy admitted that his business trips would never be the same. He wanted me to be with him on every single one. I joked that he could grope the guy next to him on his next business trip and play with his man boob. We laughed.

My guy slept for a bit on the plane. I tried to, but I was wide awake.

Anyway, my guy was throughtful in making sure that I was okay as we deplaned. We passed by a Starbucks in the terminal. He was impressed that I didn't jump to get a drink there.

We headed to the baggage area to fetch our luggage. We then went to find the shuttle to take us to the car rental place. We had to wait for one. So, my guy helped me put on my jacket, hugged me as we sat on the bench, and groped my right breast again as we kissed.

So, the shuttle came. We got on it with our luggage. My guy and I sat behind the luggage storage area. We continued to kiss, hold hands, and he groped my breast again. A car shuttle ride will never be the same!

We got our rental cars and drove over to the hotel. We checked in and unpacked briefly. I went ahead and tried figuring out where all the restaurants were. My guy wanted Chinese, so we went to one close by. Unfortunately, it wasn't open on Sundays. Instead, we went to a Mexican restaurant and had a lovely meal.

We came back to the hotel and showered. My guy and I climbed into bed together. We cuddled. He gave me a lopsided spanking on my left buttock. Our clothes came off. I was straddled on top of him. He was sucking each breast. He came. So did I. We then cuddled in each other's arms before we drifted off to sleep.

The day was long, but magical.