oil change
so many people in the city
each with their own hopes
their own dreams
and what is my drama worth?
today i figured out how not to change my oil.
first of all, don't talk to people in the hardware store. they're strange and all they want to do is confuse you with their opinions and random banter.
"damnit," said a costomer.
"whats up man?" i asked him.
"its that time of year again," he said.
"for what?"
"do you smell that? it's mold. this is when you don't want to bring your alergy sensative girlfriend into the hardware store."
"alright. i gotcha. i'm just trying to change my oil. do you see paint pans?"
"you don't want paint pans. go to the grocery store and get a turkey drip. and where are you going to dispose of your oil? you can't take that shit just anywhere. and be careful with the splatter. cleaning oil up is no fun..."
at some point i just ran for my life. i can't handle all that nonsense.
talking to the employees is a trip, too. they give you random directions like down there and left at the intersection. walk afew paces and take a right and the third left. look up and you can't miss it. and then you do miss it.
marty was kind enough to lend me his ratchet. so i was able to pop the cap off and holly shit! spill oil all over the driveway. this is bad news. for future reference, do not remove the oil cap completley because then you spill it all over yourself and the ground and it's just a terrible mess to try to clean up. got it?
when that was all done with, i was hoping to run up to the liqur store and pick up a 5th of rum or something like it. but i couldn't find it for the life of me. which makes me feel so retarded because i drive by it all the time. at some point i gave up. god just does not want me to spend too much money today.
i'm tired. i almost don't want to go to class. i just want to sleep.
work was fun today. x wasn't able to come in so we were on our own. some dude came in and started up the bowling machines and he invited us to chuck afew frames with him. that was cool. i like bowling.
each with their own hopes
their own dreams
and what is my drama worth?
today i figured out how not to change my oil.
first of all, don't talk to people in the hardware store. they're strange and all they want to do is confuse you with their opinions and random banter.
"damnit," said a costomer.
"whats up man?" i asked him.
"its that time of year again," he said.
"for what?"
"do you smell that? it's mold. this is when you don't want to bring your alergy sensative girlfriend into the hardware store."
"alright. i gotcha. i'm just trying to change my oil. do you see paint pans?"
"you don't want paint pans. go to the grocery store and get a turkey drip. and where are you going to dispose of your oil? you can't take that shit just anywhere. and be careful with the splatter. cleaning oil up is no fun..."
at some point i just ran for my life. i can't handle all that nonsense.
talking to the employees is a trip, too. they give you random directions like down there and left at the intersection. walk afew paces and take a right and the third left. look up and you can't miss it. and then you do miss it.
marty was kind enough to lend me his ratchet. so i was able to pop the cap off and holly shit! spill oil all over the driveway. this is bad news. for future reference, do not remove the oil cap completley because then you spill it all over yourself and the ground and it's just a terrible mess to try to clean up. got it?
when that was all done with, i was hoping to run up to the liqur store and pick up a 5th of rum or something like it. but i couldn't find it for the life of me. which makes me feel so retarded because i drive by it all the time. at some point i gave up. god just does not want me to spend too much money today.
i'm tired. i almost don't want to go to class. i just want to sleep.
work was fun today. x wasn't able to come in so we were on our own. some dude came in and started up the bowling machines and he invited us to chuck afew frames with him. that was cool. i like bowling.