Just fix my car, would you?

I believe my marriage is on its last legs. My spouse just can't seem to pull through. For instance, he was supposed to fetch my car from the repair shop today.

They assured us it would be done by four o’clock. To my dismay, he informed me he had some urgent work at the office and I'd have to pick it up myself! Adding insult to injury, I now have to wait an extra hour for it. Yet strangely enough, I find myself not too bothered by it all.

That mechanic is quite easy on the eyes.