Tuesday after work we drive back to the glass place and there is a silver Miata in the same spot as yesterday, so it is probably finished. We park the Sonata right next to it again. The sides and top of the windshield has a line of blue painter’s tape around them. I peel back a corner of the tape and there is the OEM (or an aftermarket replacement) gasket. That’s more like it. I go inside and give the guy a check for the work and he says, “Just leave the tape on until morning to let the sealant dry.”
We head back home in our little two car caravan. The first time I look in the rear view mirror it seems different, but I can’t place it. I shrug it off to the fact that I’m still adjusting looking through the 2 cross braces of the roll bar. The next time I glance at it, my brain registers that the view is seems magnified. By the third look I come to the conclusion that the mirror is not the same mirror that was on the car before I took it to them. It is too rectangular, it has square corners. Because at this point I was close enough to home, I figured I’d call them up and ask.
But first I wanted to pull up one of the pictures of the car I had taken over the weekend, just to be sure that that mirror was in fact not right. It wasn’t. I call up the glass place and say, “That’s not my mirror.” “Huh?” “The mirror you guys put back in the car is not a Miata mirror. It is too rectangular,” I tell him, “It looks like it belongs in that 1964 Ford Thunderbird that was in your lot.” Dude says, “Hold on, let me check.” When he gets back on the phone he tells me, “When they were removing my mirror they broke it, so they just put another one on it.” “That is not acceptable,” I say. “Don’t worry, I’m going to call Gerald Jones (the Mazda dealer in Augusta) right now and get you a new mirror.” “Just stop in after your work tomorrow and I’ll pop it on.”
Did they think I wouldn’t notice the random mirror?
to be continued…