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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.

The first 3 pictures are with my good camera, but then the batteries died and I had to revert to my phone.

Here is what I saw when I first got out there:



( clicky for that warming glow )

It has been really windy today.



Also, last night when I stopped to get a burrito, next door is the ciagrette store, which actually has not one but two cigar store Indians out front. Here's the fierce one.

Lompoc: Faith, Flowers and Fast Food.