A few weeks ago (or maybe more than that) it was obvious my car craved an oil change. No sweat. Call, schedule, take it in. It’s not rocket science, just a simple formula to get things done, everything from dentist appointments to school physicals to haircuts. It is part of normal life.
TAKE THE CAR TO GET THE OIL CHANGED
Somehow, the call part slipped my mind. Then when I finally did schedule, the appointment slipped my mind.
I got in the habit of thinking I would call about the car and keeping several bottles of oil in the trunk just in case.
Today was hurry hurry busy because I had to juggle all three kids going to the dentist. When I left work to meet them at school early, my car was crying for oil.
I slosh a double serving of oil into the car, zoom off to get the kids, take them to the dentist. I ignore the smell coming from the engine because – well, I probably just splashed oil, right?
No cavities! X3!
After the dentist, I notice that the oil isn’t “burning off.” It smells like something is burning up.
At home I popped the hood and found that oil had splashed everywhere. Yes, splashed OUT
How can it splash out, Lynn? you may ask. Didn’t you put the cap on tightly?
What a good question, thoughtful reader. Let me examine.
No, I did not put the oil cap on tightly because I didn’t put it on AT ALL!
Of course, I have to admit my failure to William.
After one of our nonsensical Q&A sessions where we mostly don’t understand each other (He wanted to know where the oil cap was. Amazingly, so did I.)
He said, “I’ll go get you another one.”
Instead of going on a run, William bought me a new oil cap and added more oil. He then drove off in my car. I thought he was going to the gym but when he returned too soon and not stinky, I knew he didn’t work out.
“I noticed you needed gas so I filled it up. I also ran it through the car wash.”
I can’t tell you how turned on I am right now!!!
Be nice to the ones you love, even when they make mistakes.
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