For weeks now, I’ve been trying to get an oil change. It sounds like such an easy thing, and in a normal world, it is. But for some strange, odd and or mystical reason, I can’t seem to get one. First time I tried was at a WalMart near my house. It’s convenient and cheap, and usually not crowded. I went into the waiting area and, well, waited. No one was around. Looked through the little window in the door leading out to the service bays and didn’t see anyone. Was about to give up when a guy appeared from a side door and asked if he could help.
“I’d like an oil change,” I said.
“It’ll be about three hours before we can get to you. We’re swamped.”
I looked around the empty room, and through the window the empty bays, and wondered what ‘dead’ looks like here.
“Thanks, I’ll pass,” I said, and walked out.
The next time was on a trip to the grocery store. Dropped my mom and brother off and went around the corner to the quickie lube place. Which isn’t as dirty as it sounds. Or maybe it is? Anyway, pulled in there and there were a few people waiting. Asked about an oil change.
“Gonna be at least two hours before we can look at it, another hour to get it done after that,” said the guy behind the desk. “I’ve got two guys out today.”
Three hours? Again? WTF?
This trend has dogged me everywhere I went. I even got out of work early on Friday and hit two places thinking they’d be less crowded given the time of day. I was wrong.
So. No oil change. Yet.
I SHALL NOT BE DENIED!
*Shakes fist at the heavens*
In other news, depression is a thing. It can sneak up on you, or punch you in the gut and steal your wallet as you’re turning around a corner.
I’m weighing whether or not I want to talk more, or less about that here on the blog.
Haven’t made up my mind yet.