So a couple weeks ago I was on my way to the temple when I felt like I should check the motor oil. Our car is twelve years old, so she burns it up faster than ever. I stopped at the gas station before leaving town and "popped" the hood. Because I was going to the temple I had my hair and make up beautiful and fresh... wearing my beautiful new spring dress and purple high-heels. As I pulled up a truck pulled up next to me; inside were four or five middle-aged men. They were getting out of the truck just as I was lifting the hood. I glanced over and saw these well-gromed, cowboy looking men. They were all handsome for their age and came off as 'good guys'.
The driver of the truck asked, "Do you need any help?" and then commented "It looks like you know what you are doing..." I let him know that I was just checking the oil and that I was fine, but thanked him for the offer.
I continued to check the oil and to my surprise out of the corner of my eye I saw them all standing around just watching me.... just standing there casually with their arms folded... I had to smile.
The driver of the truck asked, "Do you need any help?" and then commented "It looks like you know what you are doing..." I let him know that I was just checking the oil and that I was fine, but thanked him for the offer.
I continued to check the oil and to my surprise out of the corner of my eye I saw them all standing around just watching me.... just standing there casually with their arms folded... I had to smile.
They went inside the station store and I figured that I should put some more oil in. I went inside, picked my oil, and went to the checkout to pay for it. As I was leaving I saw the same men walking out the door behind me. The driver asked me " So, did your daddy teach you how to check your oil?" I thought about it, not really knowing exactly who had taught me. And just responded that I was pretty sure an exboyfriend had taught me. They all laughed and followed behind me again. I felt like Penelope Cruse on the movie Woman On Top. :)
I was filling the enegine with oil and again the men just kinda stood about watching me still wondering if I really knew what I was doing. I heard them commenting to eachother "My wife doesn't even know where the dip-stick is!" "YEah, my wife wouldn't know how to check anything under the hood either.." I smiled to myself, a little nervous with all this attention I was getting. I closed the hood, smiled a slightly shy smile, and drove off.
1 comments:
wow Lesa - you rock! And in heels. It's like that w-o-m-a-n song. That is a great story! seems like it should be a commercial or something...
i hope you got a recipe for your class - what a fun final exam!
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