And so it goes: The Doctor and the Mechanic

  I  had 2 appointments on Wednesday, one for myself, Dermatologist, and the other for my car, service check-up.
   The medical office was stark, as in today's world, for the safety reasons.  Not as many patients as usual, so the wait was not too long. A sign is posted at the desk: "If you have waited more than 45 minutes, do not approach this window asking about the delay. There are 4 practitioners here, so you may not be called in the order you have been waiting." Okay.
       Once ushered into the examining room, the doctor drone asks how you are,  doesn't bother to address the few issues you may ask about, but just uses the equipment as he sees fit. You leave the exam room on your own, and go to the nearest window where the person there offers to "send out your paperwork."  So you go to the adjoining window where the person there says she thought you didn't want it because you left the first window. All's well though. you leave with a faceful of wounds and the paperwork.
   I drove over for Honda service, after calling to see if I could come an hour earlier than my appointment. No problem, drive right in.  Someone meets you there, drives your car away, and you enter the waiting room, once you are told your service person will be in to apprise you of the car's status. The waiting room is also in sanitized mode, no magazines, newspapers, etc. But there is a large-screen TV turned on, comfortable seating, and a complementary coffee/drinks station with a variety of snacks, which is restocked during your wait.
   Since the car needed new rear brakes, which I had suspected due to the grinding noise Id been hearing, I was told it would take a few hours. My service representative offered to drive me home during the wait, even to where I lived.  I declined though, and called M., who picked me up shortly after. I was called when the service was completed,their expecting my vehicle to be picked up. But it was Senior Car Parade Night, so there was no problem leaving my car overnight. We drove there the next afternoon, and all went smoothly---meet and greet as usual.
  This morning, Jessica (sounded like last name could be Rabbitt) called from Rensselaer Honda, inquiring about my experience there and asking if I was pleased/ satisfied, and to call her if I had any problems or questions.
   I no longer have much in the way of expectations, but why does it seem you get more respect concerning your car care than your health.