By the picture I am sure that you will be able to guess what has happened to me recently. My poor Eb was sick...he was obviously feeling a bit deflated so I was forced to take him to the car doctor. I actually had to call the emergancy service (AAA *cough *cough). Fuzzy camo hat man was very nice to come out so quickly and change Eb's passenger front tire into a donut... But there was one problem. I can't drive to work on a donut...I need my coffee in the mornings. So...I called Goodyear.
When I arrived at Goodyear, at 7:30 in the morning, they politely told me they won't be able to fit me in after I had already asked them the night before if they could, which they replied yes to. I was obviously flustered seeing as I had just used up precious donut driving time getting to the auto parts place thingy. After whining my way into a spot on their busy schedule I sat down to have some coffee...
I will never understand auto repair shop waiting lobbies. First you are surrounded by adds for tires....treads....breaks...etc...all claiming to "Protect your precious cargo." The most precious cargo I carry in my car is my laundry....I am so grateful I have Goodyear tires so that it will be protected...*whew* Next there is the coffee pot. Now there is nothing wrong with this....as aforementioned I am in dire need of this liquid life in the mornings...but why must it be so overly watered down... Must they put at least three extra cups of water just to prolong the time between rebrew?
Third there are the magazines. As a women I dont have any particular interest in Auto parts monthly. Nor does Midwest Hunter spark my interest. But I must say, as a 20 year old college student I'm just dying to get my hands on the August issue of Minnesota Homemaker!
And last but not least, the akward stares from older people. Apparently college students are unable to take care of themselves and therefore must be coddled. I stood in line at the auto store for several minutes. Each person in line felt they needed to give me some sort of advice. One man came up to me and said "Don't let that holy roller fool ya..."
My first thought was..."What the.."
Buy I decided to let it slide and took my place at the register. Turns out, the man was a christian. Just my luck, his wife was going to attend the college I go to (a Christian Private college in the boonies) so he thought he might be able to squeeze me in. Apparently the man in line behind me thought he was going to swindle me. But exactly the opposite, I got a better deal!
I learned something very valuable today...
Never drink Auto part store coffee *ugh*
P.s Ebenezer is just fine now. He has recovered remarkably and has even taken a short swift jaunt to Holiday...Hoorah!
When I arrived at Goodyear, at 7:30 in the morning, they politely told me they won't be able to fit me in after I had already asked them the night before if they could, which they replied yes to. I was obviously flustered seeing as I had just used up precious donut driving time getting to the auto parts place thingy. After whining my way into a spot on their busy schedule I sat down to have some coffee...
I will never understand auto repair shop waiting lobbies. First you are surrounded by adds for tires....treads....breaks...etc...all claiming to "Protect your precious cargo." The most precious cargo I carry in my car is my laundry....I am so grateful I have Goodyear tires so that it will be protected...*whew* Next there is the coffee pot. Now there is nothing wrong with this....as aforementioned I am in dire need of this liquid life in the mornings...but why must it be so overly watered down... Must they put at least three extra cups of water just to prolong the time between rebrew?
Third there are the magazines. As a women I dont have any particular interest in Auto parts monthly. Nor does Midwest Hunter spark my interest. But I must say, as a 20 year old college student I'm just dying to get my hands on the August issue of Minnesota Homemaker!
And last but not least, the akward stares from older people. Apparently college students are unable to take care of themselves and therefore must be coddled. I stood in line at the auto store for several minutes. Each person in line felt they needed to give me some sort of advice. One man came up to me and said "Don't let that holy roller fool ya..."
My first thought was..."What the.."
Buy I decided to let it slide and took my place at the register. Turns out, the man was a christian. Just my luck, his wife was going to attend the college I go to (a Christian Private college in the boonies) so he thought he might be able to squeeze me in. Apparently the man in line behind me thought he was going to swindle me. But exactly the opposite, I got a better deal!
I learned something very valuable today...
Never drink Auto part store coffee *ugh*
P.s Ebenezer is just fine now. He has recovered remarkably and has even taken a short swift jaunt to Holiday...Hoorah!
3 comments:
Hahaha, that's awesome Kris! I know I'd be on the phone and have Dad go through everything with me every second because I wouldn't know what I would be doing :P I'm proud of ya hon!
I'm glad that Ebenezer's doing better! :D
And while we're talking about cars, guess what? I'm not driving Duke anymore!
You have to give him a sexier name. I am pretty sure that is the problem.
carrie - My Dad gave me the advice, but i'm pretty dang proud of myself for doing it practically alone! What happened to Duke?
Mist - Ebenezer is a Bonneville, there is no such thing as a sexy Bonniville...
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