I enjoy blogs such as these. It reminded me of an experience I had once, as I was waiting at the mechanic. It was early in the morning on a weekend.

A young woman walked in and smiled as she sat down next me, a few seats over. Kind eyes. Her brakes were squeaking, said she to the man with oil in the cracks in his hands and a weight-lifting belt fastened tightly over his coat.

I'd been alone there until she came through the door on the cool spring wind, so I had to quiet my yt stream of SNL so not to be rude. I turned it off. Just then, the mechanic must have turned on my car engine because classical music started sounding from the door leading into the garage, which I laughed about because this always happens when I disconnect from Bluetooth. The fm radio plays much louder on my car speakers for some reason than my connected smartphone audio, meaning I have to turn the volume to 90-100% if im listening to podcasts. Maybe it's the way @Car recorded the show?

"That always happens," I said, trying to make light conversation out of the situation, "when I disconnect my Bluetooth audio. It just happened to be on the classical station." I laughed.

Trying not to be awkward. I told her, "these guys are good. Trustworthy." And may have added that I'd been taking my cars there for years. I learned she'd been back in town visiting family and her brakes happened to go. She seemed to be on her way out, stopping to get the squealing sorted before hitting the road.

A nice conversation between two strangers.

Afterwards, I paid the man and returned to my car, where the keys had been left on the passenger seat and the door left unlocked and had some oil smudges near the edge. That was OK, thought I. Had they reset the car's computer system so the dash-light would turn off?

Did I have a pen? There was a receipt in the car console. I wondered if I should write my number down and bring it to her, tell her to call me next time she was in town. I wondered at the nervousness I felt at my wondering. I wondered, would this small act potentially change the course of two persons' lives? I wondered at my feeling this urge for a side quest.

I wondered, "Do I dare? Do I dare?"