In honor of our guests I took the car to the local car wash, and the brush machine knocked the driver-side mirror off. It’s about 90 degrees out there; standing around while the Chevron attendant put it back together and filled out the forms to get a replacement ordered was not in my plans today. Oh well; at least they’re gonna pay for it.
That’s actually very nice of them. Usually, those types of places have a “not out fault” policy.
It may, but in this case it’s a 10-buck interior cap and a clip or two, so maybe the station attendant just felt it was cheap enough at the price. Besides, I go there every time I need gas (although I use my card so I never go inside, and it’s got no mechanic’s shop to patronize).