fucking oil
trying to change the oil in my truck. bought the 6 quarts I needed, but of course I was in a hurry and didn't realize that I got 5 of one weight, and 1 of another.
of course I realized this after the old stuff got drained.
dammit.
drove back to Auto Zone, 1 quart shy of what I needed.
stood at the checkout while 3 Indian guys chatted amongst themselves, and apparently none of them can use a cash register. Sometimes I feel so priviliged to be an Indian myself...
ahh the pride of it all...
there's some fat chick in an Explorer that had to pull up right next to my truck--we're in a big ass open parking lot.
so she's trying to get in and out of her truck without hitting mine.
that human need to congregate, I guess.
bah.
there's some fat guy who pulled in a few spaces down from me, and is staring at the back of his PoS Ram--with a spoiler. who puts a spolier on a truck?
trying to change the oil in my truck. bought the 6 quarts I needed, but of course I was in a hurry and didn't realize that I got 5 of one weight, and 1 of another.
of course I realized this after the old stuff got drained.
dammit.
drove back to Auto Zone, 1 quart shy of what I needed.
stood at the checkout while 3 Indian guys chatted amongst themselves, and apparently none of them can use a cash register. Sometimes I feel so priviliged to be an Indian myself...
ahh the pride of it all...
there's some fat chick in an Explorer that had to pull up right next to my truck--we're in a big ass open parking lot.
so she's trying to get in and out of her truck without hitting mine.
that human need to congregate, I guess.
bah.
there's some fat guy who pulled in a few spaces down from me, and is staring at the back of his PoS Ram--with a spoiler. who puts a spolier on a truck?