Cold, But Thrifty

Last week we were driving Cora back from my parent's house when she started sputtering pretty badly, as well as flashing her check engine light. 

We took her in to the only mechanic that was open. The mechanic was named Daniel, and he spoke little English. I'll spare you the story of what was wrong with the car, because I think it's boring to write about and boring to read about!

The cost was high, but definitely doable. Daniel said it would only take an hour. He told us that if we wanted to pay in cash, he wouldn't charge us tax.... We immediately agreed. Anything to save money, right?

I searched on my phone and found that the nearest credit union ATM was a little over a mile away. Without a car, we were left to walk there. Unfortunately it was FREEZING and we were inadequately dressed. It was deathly. When we were about halfway there, the shoveled sidewalk ended, so we had to switch off between running through 2 feet of snow and walking on the side of the slushy road, trying not to get wet by the passing cars.

Although Giuseppe was not accustomed to such frigid temperatures (this is his first real winter in Utah), he was a total gentleman and switched coats with me after I complained that because I didn't have a hood, the cold was giving me a terrible earache. 

As we skipped/walked/ran/stumbled back to the shop, we made up weird songs and cuddled at crosswalk waits. We made it back to the shop just after it was finished. 

I love my cute future husband and I'm so grateful that he makes not-so-fun things adventurous and memorable!