Test Time...
Well…… I had to take our van in for its NCT test. Don’t ask me what “NCT” stands for… It has something to do with road safety and the suitableness of your car for Irish roads. I think, however, there should be a test for Irish roads to see if they are suitable for cars (if you have ever been to Ireland you will get that). This isn’t the first time that I have had to take our car in… always a headache. The thing about these tests is that you have to go in expecting to fail. They say that just about every car that is tested fails. It could be anything that causes you to fail. A tire that is under inflated… a headlight that is out of alignment… It is said that the workers look for a reason or make a reason to fail a car.
Ok… so it is into this that I go a couple of days ago. I took the car and checked in at the front desk. No problems. I was told that I could go to the waiting room and wait until I was called. So… I walked down this long hallway passed seven huge plate glass windows to a nice little sterile waiting room. There were about a dozen men standing around in the room…. No one was talking. I too went in and waited for about five min while the room filled up with quiet men. Then it happened. We could see through the large windows through the garage that the mechanics were starting to test the cars. We all rushed over to the windows. This quiet bunch of men then began to speak. One man proudly said, “Oh there is mine”. Another man asked, “oh…. Beautiful… what year is it?” Another man, “Ah, there is mine too”. We all stood there admiring the cars and talking about them when all of a sudden a man entered the room and said very loudly…. “Is this the labor delivery ward?” We all busted out laughing. It was true. We were all standing there pointing at our babies… concerned with their well being… tell stories… I couldn’t help but keep laughing about this the whole time I was there. A little while later men started to be called to the desk to find out if they had failed. One man returned to the waiting room and with his paper raised high above his head yelled, “It’s a boy!!” The room cheered.
Classic!
You might be wondering if I passed or failed. Failed. My rear shock absorber mounting was worn.
Ok… so it is into this that I go a couple of days ago. I took the car and checked in at the front desk. No problems. I was told that I could go to the waiting room and wait until I was called. So… I walked down this long hallway passed seven huge plate glass windows to a nice little sterile waiting room. There were about a dozen men standing around in the room…. No one was talking. I too went in and waited for about five min while the room filled up with quiet men. Then it happened. We could see through the large windows through the garage that the mechanics were starting to test the cars. We all rushed over to the windows. This quiet bunch of men then began to speak. One man proudly said, “Oh there is mine”. Another man asked, “oh…. Beautiful… what year is it?” Another man, “Ah, there is mine too”. We all stood there admiring the cars and talking about them when all of a sudden a man entered the room and said very loudly…. “Is this the labor delivery ward?” We all busted out laughing. It was true. We were all standing there pointing at our babies… concerned with their well being… tell stories… I couldn’t help but keep laughing about this the whole time I was there. A little while later men started to be called to the desk to find out if they had failed. One man returned to the waiting room and with his paper raised high above his head yelled, “It’s a boy!!” The room cheered.
Classic!
You might be wondering if I passed or failed. Failed. My rear shock absorber mounting was worn.
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