junkyard dogs
I don't think I've ever actually been to a junkyard, but yesterday I had the opportunity to go and look for an auto part for a friend. Since i haven't traveled anywhere recently, I often explore new places within my own city and always have exciting adventures when doing so! Before leaving for the junkyard I called to find out if they had the part I needed, and if not if they could direct me to a nearby junkyard that might have it. To my surprise, they did not even know what they had and indicated that I needed to look for it myself, but that they were the only junkyard open on a Sunday. I had my agenda and realized the best way to tackle it would be to just go down there and rummage around - how fun this would be!
Upon my arrival to the junkyard I was asked to pay a $2 entry fee and at that point I described specifically what I was looking for to the man at the entrance. He basically told me i was on my own, that they may or may not have the car/part I was looking for, and that they did not have any tools I could use. I remained optimistic, followed his directions to the Volkswagen section, and stood in awe of all the hundreds of gutted-out cars around the yard. As the hot sun beat down on my shoulders, I wandered up and down several aisles of cars, some stacked 3-4 cars high. The first correct model VW i found was missing the exact part i needed, so i kept looking. I immediately found another one, but this time the part was rusted into the frame, and the car was on a hill at such an angle that I was barely able to climb to the top to examine it. But I did not give up hope.
As I continued on my quest, I quickly found the perfect car with the necessary parts intact. Unfortunately I only had a phillips screwdriver with me, and the part was bolted in. Just then, a man appeared carrying a tool box, his wife with an umbrella to shade herself from the sun. They were customers just like me, but I did not hesitate to approach him in my need for assistance, and he gladly entertained my solicitation. I believe their appearance was not only divine timing but also divine providence. When I told him i needed a tool that unscrews bolts, to my surprise he opened his case and it was full of wrenches, in every imaginable size and configuration. It took him less than 1 minute to remove the part from the car, perfectly flawless. No sooner did I thank him with the utmost appreciation, did he and his wife disappear completely and I did not see them again!
I was utterly amazed at how easy it was to get in and out of the junkyard, and after chatting with the cashier about my findings, realized that I did not have lightbulbs to go along with the tail light fixture I had just excavated. She urged me to go back into the yard and find my lightbulbs, that she would not charge me extra for them. It was at this point that I delved into a more serious level of exploration. In returning to the car on which I had found the part i needed, I noticed that the trunk was filled with dirt. I began digging in the dirt to look for bulbs, but instead found only interesting pieces of debris and surprisingly an old punk rock CD which I listened to the whole way home! I went back to each of the model VWs that I had seen, but none of them had lightbulbs - so i began to browse through similar models and finally managed to salvage the appropriate bulbs. The entire process was so invigorating, I not only felt accomplished but also an overwhelming feeling of divine intervention and peace in my quest. As for the junkyard dogs I'd heard so much about, I didn't encounter any, only kindhearted helpful people - thus I knew this exciting endeavor was truly meant to be.
Upon my arrival to the junkyard I was asked to pay a $2 entry fee and at that point I described specifically what I was looking for to the man at the entrance. He basically told me i was on my own, that they may or may not have the car/part I was looking for, and that they did not have any tools I could use. I remained optimistic, followed his directions to the Volkswagen section, and stood in awe of all the hundreds of gutted-out cars around the yard. As the hot sun beat down on my shoulders, I wandered up and down several aisles of cars, some stacked 3-4 cars high. The first correct model VW i found was missing the exact part i needed, so i kept looking. I immediately found another one, but this time the part was rusted into the frame, and the car was on a hill at such an angle that I was barely able to climb to the top to examine it. But I did not give up hope.
As I continued on my quest, I quickly found the perfect car with the necessary parts intact. Unfortunately I only had a phillips screwdriver with me, and the part was bolted in. Just then, a man appeared carrying a tool box, his wife with an umbrella to shade herself from the sun. They were customers just like me, but I did not hesitate to approach him in my need for assistance, and he gladly entertained my solicitation. I believe their appearance was not only divine timing but also divine providence. When I told him i needed a tool that unscrews bolts, to my surprise he opened his case and it was full of wrenches, in every imaginable size and configuration. It took him less than 1 minute to remove the part from the car, perfectly flawless. No sooner did I thank him with the utmost appreciation, did he and his wife disappear completely and I did not see them again!
I was utterly amazed at how easy it was to get in and out of the junkyard, and after chatting with the cashier about my findings, realized that I did not have lightbulbs to go along with the tail light fixture I had just excavated. She urged me to go back into the yard and find my lightbulbs, that she would not charge me extra for them. It was at this point that I delved into a more serious level of exploration. In returning to the car on which I had found the part i needed, I noticed that the trunk was filled with dirt. I began digging in the dirt to look for bulbs, but instead found only interesting pieces of debris and surprisingly an old punk rock CD which I listened to the whole way home! I went back to each of the model VWs that I had seen, but none of them had lightbulbs - so i began to browse through similar models and finally managed to salvage the appropriate bulbs. The entire process was so invigorating, I not only felt accomplished but also an overwhelming feeling of divine intervention and peace in my quest. As for the junkyard dogs I'd heard so much about, I didn't encounter any, only kindhearted helpful people - thus I knew this exciting endeavor was truly meant to be.
posted by :: Lisa :: at 5:04 AM
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