More complicated than imagined
As a household, we’re really patient, or really silly. This whole winter has involved a ballet, every time the car went somewhere, as a broken door latch forced us to get in the back and reach forward to open the driver side door. Today, it was repaired. Not for free, but sometimes you have to accept that auto ownership involves money. And to be fair, we’re well into the sixth year with a smaller domestic model; very little extra expense.
In my mind, the interior of a car door probably resembled one of the gadgets we constructed with the Mousetrap game of yesteryear. In reality, the unit is much more complex, hence the cost. Plus, it takes a special set of tools to get inside the door of a sedan. No sense investing in what should be a single-time need. That’s what the local garage also believes.
Mousetrap:
Reality: 
I wasn’t there; the photos came to me thanks to social media, but I was asked to approve the eventual payout. I guess that also means I missed the “why don’t you look at some of the newer models?” song and dance by a hungry sales person. Better for my blood pressure levels.
I’m old enough to accept that some things are best left to the experts. More and more, I’m left weak at the knees by the realization of just how much I have never learned. Too late for school, now. I’ll just pay until I die, and then some. Or as an alternative, renounce all technology and pitch a simple tent in the wilderness.
