But not the controversial kind …
I’m driving around on errands at lunch, and something catches my eye. It’s one of those little “Your next oil change” stickers. I notice it has both a June date and a mileage that is about 1,000 miles ago.
Well, heck. I really try to be diligent about getting the car in on schedule, and I’ve noticed it’s running a little rough lately, and, dagnabbit, why the hell didn’t I notice that sticker until just now?!
And then, when I’m driving home and stopping at the bottom of my offramp, the “Add Oil!” idiot light flickers on, then back off. Well, dammit! I hate to run the oil so low, especially during hot weather like this! What the hell was I thinking?
I get home. I relate to Margie the above two events, asking if she can take the car in to the dealership that’s by her office when she’s going in this week. If she can get it in tomorrow morning, I won’t put in any extra oil; otherwise, I’ll have to put in a half-quart to tide me over (no point putting in a full quart when they’re about to change it all).
She nods that she’ll try to get it in, then mentions, “Oh, yeah — I had that sticker in my purse, since they gave it to me with the receipt. I just put it up there last week.”
So, I’m not going crazy, after all. Or, at least, that particular data point doesn’t suggest it.
Whew.