Jiffy Lube...is it bad that the word "lube" always makes me giggle?
Today, I went to Jiffy Lube to get my oil changed. This is always one of my least favorite activities because the waiting room a) smells like cars, b) always has the TV tuned to some sort of sporting event, and c) has no fun magazines. This time, I came prepared with a library book. Major improvement. Then, I even enjoyed myself when a mechanic called me over to suggest all kinds of services I don't understand, mostly because he was young, scruffy, had charmingly crooked teeth, and had a couple tattoos snaking out from underneath his sleeves. Just the right amount of punk rock. Also, his eyes were brown, but not dark brown like mine. They were the kind of light, translucent brown that I always find fascinating for some reason.But then, my shiny happy Jiffy Lube experience suddenly turned dark and stormy when, as I walked away, Mr. Super Cute Car Mechanic called me "sweetie." This is maybe my biggest pet peeve ever. It's bad enough coming from grandmotherly women and guys old enough to be my dad, but I have absolutely NO patience for it coming from a guy my own age. It is too sleazy to be endearing and too condescending to be flirtatious. Plus, I just really don't like it when people don't take me seriously, which happens a lot because I look 17 and try to be nice to everyone. I guess it didn't help that I was kind of bopping to my iPod when he called me over, and I was wearing an Easter-egg-pink hoodie with a little yellow and orange sun on it, and I was wearing my emo-tastic glasses, and my car keys have a little Nemo keychain on them...not to mention the fact that I drove straight home and wrote a whiny little blog about it all. Despite all these things, I still expect to be treated like a respectable adult!
By the way, Happy Easter!
posted by Holly @ 12:54 PM
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One time I was getting my oil changed at a tires plus (at least I think it was a tires plus) and while I was waiting the mechanic who was manning the desk and I got into a discussion about what the Jerry Springer show (playing on the TV in the waiting area) says about our society. It was a lovely discussion until the 80-something-year-old man also waiting said "I like it when you can see the blurry outlines of their boobies. And the fighting." While it ruined our discussion, it really confirmed everything we had been talking about.
I go to the Pennzoil in town for the 10 minutes oil changes, but I have to take my sister along with me. I get terribly nervous, and scared that I can't hear what they say to me. Also, I was terribly embarassed the time I couldn't get my hood open, and had to stick my head out the car window to bend over far enought to get it, thereby placing my head about 1 inch from the attendants mid-section.
Plus, I have this longstanding crush on mechanics. So it's weird and I get giggly.
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