So I'm at a McDonald's on Hwy 99 near 174th St SE in Lynnwood. This is the first time I've been to a McDonald's in a year or so, and the only reason I am here is because of the Wi-Fi—no Wi-Fi–enabled Tully's or Starbucks nearby. Thank God this location doesn't have one of the ubiquitous Playplace monstrosities attached to it, and there are only a few other patrons at this hour, so it's relatively quiet. The loudest sounds are from the cooking equipment, which is squawking and beeping and begging for attention every 10 seconds or so.
My car's in for its scheduled maintenance and for a windshield leak check. The last several days I've noticed a wet spot on the driver's side floor, about parallel to the shifter, directly beneath the upper edge of the windshield. There was also a drip trail down the inside of the windshield, so they're checking the seals all around on both front and back 'shields.
The service dept. closes at noon, so I'll definitely have the car back by then. But if I spend all four hours here waiting, that's still open to question. I await the jingle of my cell phone.