Another Fulltimer Experience .....

 Monday, we had an appointment at Iron Horse RV in San Antonio.  We needed an oil change on both the coach and generator and to have the jacks checked out.  One leg is very slow retracting.  We dropped the rig off at 7:30.  The place is very close to Catherine's parents house.  I did some chores for her parents, while Catherine and her mother went shopping and to lunch.  We came back to Iron Horse to check the progress about 2:30.  The parts guy says " I think you are all finished but we had to order a sensor for your Jack"   "You will have to come back and we will install it".  OK- no big deal.   Then he picks up the walkie talkie and asks if the coach is finished.  I hear "we have an issue" :(.  
That is just never good.  Out comes the Service manager- "Have you been having problems with the ignition switch?".
"Not a bit"
"Well, it is frozen"
"Ok, I will go over to "Lowes" and then come back".
We come back about 30 minutes later- rig is still in the bay.  I head over to see what is going on.  The rig is running and the tech says "Don't lose any of the parts I am going to leave here".   Again, these are not good words.  The service manager explains that they have ordered a new ignition switch, but it will not be here until tomorrow.  So, they will drive the rig around to their hookups and we can spend the night.  The tech parked it for us and then tells us not to try to drive anywhere, as the steering wheel is not really connected.  No chance of that.......

 So, here we sit. our first night in a service facility.  We are annoyed that the switch broke. ( "!@&&*% GM parts" to quote the service tech.) However, we feel very lucky that it broke in the service bay of an authorized workhorse facility. If it had happened anywhere else, we would have had to be towed.

 The new switch should be here about 10:00 this morning and we will still have to come back to have the jack sensor installed.  It was actually more quiet here than the campground - no trains.  Grace likes it.  There is a big grassy area where she got to run off leash. 

It does not matter where we are parked.  If she has  a bully stick to chew and a piece of carpet to stretch out on - she is home.

Another lesson to be learned from our dogs :)   See you down the road...