I’m a big fan of food. Some would even call me a foodie, or a food-connoisseur. I pride myself on throwing glorious dinner parties and cooking delicious meals for my guests, and I am known by my neighbours as the best chef in the area.
Last Saturday night, I was scheduled to have twelve people over for dinner, which is slightly above average for a normal Saturday night. All my food prep was going to plan on Saturday morning, and the only thing I had left to do was buy the quail. Quail is best bought on the day, and so I always leave time to buy some.
As I was backing out of my driveway, I had a bad feeling that there was something wrong with my brake and clutch. I’m no expert, but a feeling of dread came over me and I listened to my gut. Luckily I was able to take my wife’s car to the shopping centre, otherwise I would have had to carry twelve quails home in my backpack, and that’s just not a normal thing to do.
Whilst I was out, I had my wife call up a mechanic. I explained to her what I thought was wrong, and like the trooper that she is, she was able to book me at a nearby car service centre. Bankstown has quite a few of them, which made it easy to call out a mechanic on a Saturday morning to make sure everything was in working order. It turns out that I was actually wrong and there was nothing amiss with my car, but the auto electrician agreed that it’s better to be safe than sorry.
That night, my dinner party was a success once again. My twelve guests enjoyed three courses of mouth-watering food, and I could rest peacefully knowing that my car is in working order. Phew.