Nobody likes to go to mechanic. It usually means you are going to be forced to hang out in a mechanics garage like waiting room for hours wondering what’s going on. Is my car still sitting where I left it? Are they working on it now? Will they let me know when its finished? ( no joke, I had that happen. My car was done for about an hour and the lady at the desk finally asked me what I was waiting for. Not cool!) This particular visit had to do with my battery that died while I was out of town. Apparently I left the daytime running lights in my rush to catch a shuttle. I brought my vehicle in yesterday and they squeezed me in so they could check everything out. They determined the battery just needed to be charged up for a few hours and gave me a ride home so didn’t have to sit around waiting. (Good call guys, I would have tried to talk your ear off while I waited!) To me, that simple fix was a God send. I didn’t have to worry about being told I needed some bogus repair or new battery. I trust that when I go the Burdick I’ll be treated with respect and honesty.