Lulz at the auto parts store.

[palsgraf_polka]

So I was driving home and my check oil light came on. So I stopped at the local auto parts store and checked my oil level. Almost gone. This is the second time this has happened, and there have been no dripping oil spots under my car, so I must be slowly burning oil. The engine has 150,000 miles on it, so it's not too much of a shock. But it is a Prius. When I get back from Chicago I'll have Toyota check it out.

Anyway, so I am at the auto parts store, and I'm standing next to my car waiting for the first quart to sink down so I can check the oil level. This man pulls up in a minivan and starts to go in the store, but then he sees me standing there waiting, and he comes over to me. He looks sort of like Fez from That 70s Show and he says,

"Are you ok? Is something wrong with your car?"

I replied that yes, it was low on oil and I'm slowly adding some.

"Do you need any help with anything? Can I help you?"

I replied, no, I think I have it under control.

"Oh, ok....WOW! You're really on the ball! Are you sure you don't need my help?"

I smiled and said I'm cool. He finally went inside.

Yes, I need help because of course I'm a helpless woman who just stares at her engine wondering how these little metal things work.

Geesh.

He was nice enough, but seriously, a woman alone at the auto parts store just brings out the Tim Allen in men.

Anyway, I'm going to check my oil every Monday from now on. I'll keep a quart in my car.

Comments

[toohipanna.livejournal.com]

omg...he was just flirting with you miss hard to get.
you crushed his little manly ego.

[palsgraf-polka.livejournal.com]

He was in a minivan! What single guy drives a minivan? He should not be trying to be hero to damsels in distress at the auto parts store. Hahahaha.

[charon52.livejournal.com]

I know LOTS of single guys with minivans... OK, most are younger college age guys driving mom & dad's castoff, and the older (read- more your age) guys are outdoorsy-woodsy types and the back is always filled with camping & outdoors gear.

Besides, flirting over what oil to use at the AutoMegaMart is so much cooler than trying to flirt over the over-ripe produce at the grocery.

[palsgraf-polka.livejournal.com]

Maybe in Illinois single guys drive minivans, but in California, minivans are a rarity and a single man wouldn't be caught dead in one.

But who knows - even if he was flirting with me, he was *so* not my type. He would spend 5 minutes talking to me and just think I was the weirdest thing on the planet. He didn't strike me as a real brain trust, you know? I can barely bring myself to fuck someone stupid, let alone date them. I have to have my mate be at least near as smart as I am, if not smarter than I am.

[toohipanna.livejournal.com]

I can barely bring myself to fuck someone stupid, let alone date them.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[palsgraf-polka.livejournal.com]

Well, it's true! I can barely stand stupidity in a stranger fuck, and definitely not in someone I'd actually be involved with.

[bebo-65.livejournal.com]

I once dated a guy who was soooooooo cute, but really, really dumb. A friend and I referred to him as "two-watt" because I once described him as being as bright as a two-watt light bulb. I knew it was just a fling, and we had a lot of fun together.

[bebo-65.livejournal.com]

If hubby were single, he might drive a minivan. He loves the fucking things. I, on the other hand, hate them with a purple passion. I loathed the day we bought one, and celebrated the day we got rid of it. (It was mostly "his" car). I will admit that it was convenient, but I hated it.

He was either flirting or just trying to be nice. I'm a helpless female... my hubby would have offered to help you out, too, and might have asked twice. :)

[palsgraf-polka.livejournal.com]

LOL at your husband trying to help strange women at Kragen. :)

[cyberbertha.livejournal.com]

To be fair, I know women who have the same attitude, and act like I'm doing something really bizarre when I check the oil in my car, or replace the float valve in my toilet, or something. "You did? By yourself? Didn't your husband help you?"

Yes, yes, no. I'm a reasonably competent adult, if I can't do it I can learn how.

[crushdmb.livejournal.com]

One time, my tire kept going flat. I followed my friend J to Discount Tire, just in case I got stranded. He went inside with me. The tire guy started talking to J, even though it was my car, and I was responding to the questions, not J. Eventually I had to step forward and kind of in front J. I saw the tire guy slowly start to realize it was not J's car. Ugh. Obnoxious. He wasn't a jackass, so I let it pass, but it's still frustrating.