All I did, was get OUT of my car…walk INTO the convenience store part, and ASK, “Excuse me? Are there ANY FULL SERVICE gas stations in this area?”
Dead Silence- and then she said, “Where y’all from?” Here’s where I did the most STUPID thing of all- I said, “New York?” Well, I should have charged for admission at THAT point- the laughter that came out of her throat… who knows where it originated from, maybe Kenya?? It was contagious, because all the other people that worked there started laughing too! I stood perfectly still, keeping my ‘NYC tongue’ still- and said, as only I could say, “So…how’m I supposed to check my oil?” Well THAT was all it took! I thought they were gonna’ drop over dead from heart attacks while their giggles rocked their worlds.
One guy came out from behind the counter, actually took me by the hand and said, “show me your car.” I did! He taught me how to not only CHECK my oil, but how to CHANGE it!
I’m a new woman! I’m a woman that can FIX things! I’m liberated! I pump my own gas! I change my oil, and I kinda’ hope things go wrong, so I can be put in a situation to learn how to fix ’em! Whooooeee!
I’m also out of my mind… but that’s half the fun!