This month I have become a circus monkey trying to get my car re-newed.
I always first try and get the car passed without fixing anything, even when I know it needs it. So I drive into Jiffy Lube with little hope that my beater car will pass. After waiting over an hour and listening to the Jiffy Lube worker rant on and on about my loser car and then inevitably hands me the cursed piece of paper with very large text that reads REJECTED. With a smile he welcomes me to come back when everything is fixed.
Trying to meet Jiffy Lube's generous 15 day deadline and avoid paying the emission and inspection test again, I found myself driving around the entire valley today. First to an auto part store, then an auto repair shop(where I almost got eaten by a pit bull) and back to Jiffy Lube.
Now, I know I’m supposed to be a progressive woman; but truly this unpleasant task is just better suited for men. Especially when I unsuccessfully used the “sexy” female card and exposed some extreme cleavage; and maybe just a tiny little areola.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Feminism aside; I never want to do that again...
Thoughts by Reba at 1:12 PM
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2 comments:
I SO leave the car work to my husband. And if he weren't available I'd leave it to my brother and if he weren't available I'd probably pick a guy up off the street and have him do it. I hate dealing with that kind of stuff.
Cars and poop. Both on my shit list. (no pun intended)
LMAO!
So probably your first mistake is going to Jiffy Lube. Those little smog shack places are your friend, not the big commercial ones :O) BTW my husband rebuilds car engines and HATES Jiffy Lube with a passion.
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