The True Path

My car died last Thursday. My mechanic couldn’t figure it out. I went into work Tuesday morning and told my boss the problem. He said it was the timing belt. Five minutes later, my mechanic calls to say my problem is the timing belt.
My boss says to me, “Do you want me to talk to him?” I say yes. He does, twice. I don’t understand cars. I’m grateful for his help. And for his $800 loan to get me back on the road preaching the gospel of Alexander Technique. Now I even have a heater. Say goodbye to fogged up windows and driving with my head out the door to try to divine a path.