Thursday, January 27, 2011
Oil Change
That's my problem of the day. I went to get an oil change before I did any of the lots of stuff I had to do today before going out of town. I should have done the oil change last. It usually doesn't bother me because I make and appointment and take it to the dealership. I always seem to wait until we are going somewhere and have procrastinated on getting an oil change and decide it needs to be done before we go. So, today I thought the dealership probably wouldn't have any appointments left so I went to oil can henry's. I really strongly dislike going to those places and usually it's because they try to talk you into a million services you don't need. I had a coupon and left only spending $30 something dollars. They tried to get more money from me but I didn't go for it. So, I had to deal with a bunch of junk I didn't want to deal with. When I first arrived I got a free newspaper which I set aside and didn't read because I didn't want to and it was contaminated by the oil guy's hands. He then gave me this laminated price list and whatever and it had greasy smudges of who knows what on it. Great! I didn't have any wet wipes in my car either because I was out. That would have helped. Then the dude came over with this other laminated thing and had like 5 different dripping chemicals on it and he had to show them to me and explain them to me and I didn't even care. I was just thinking get that away from me. He then gave me the papers that he was holding under that thing. Yippee! I just really think it's dumb to show me those things anyway. All I wanted was my oil changed, I just don't care what color the different fluids are in my car and how they are doing. It's kind of funny. I had to give the guy my debit card too which he contaminated with his dirty greasy hands. I had to touch it and put it in my wallet. I drove off trying not to touch much of my steering wheel with the contaminated parts of my hands. I went home and had to clean my stuff with toilet paper since I was out of paper towels. By the way, I go through about a eight pack of paper towels a week. I know it's alot. I'm not happy about my contaminated groceries though. I had to get groceries today and it would have been much better to get them before the oil change. It makes me mad when I think I can just go do something like a normal person and it will be fine and dandy. I'm hoping my family doesn't get whatever fluids they use at oil can henry's on there food. It's going to make it extra hard when I'm preparing food and extra hand-washing on my already very dry hands. OCD you are not cool.
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I'm dreading getting an oil change for my car. The contamination isn't the issue for me, just some vague something-terrible-is-going-to-happen issue. I'm gonna make a fool of myself socially, commit some cultural crime (what, I do not know), pay too little and not realize it, and waste my money while I'm at it. Oh, and they might put in the wrong oil, and the car might die, and I don't have money for a new car. And maybe I won't work up the courage to ask them to check the break fluid, so maybe that will keep beeping at me and maybe ....blahblahblah. Hence the fact that my car has been beeping at me for months, telling me to change the oil. Good for you for getting your oil changed at least!
ReplyDeleteMy ocd used to get really bad in high pressure sales type situations, because I wanted to make sure no one every got angry at me, and I'd start to feel feverish with shame and anxiety. I don't think it would've been better to get the groceries first. OCD would've found just found another way to torment you with some other form of fear.
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