Thursday, April 16, 2009

Jiffy?... I think not!

Just the other day.. April 15th (the tax day deadline to be in fact) My mother and myself took my car to the jiffy lube.  Unfortunately my oil was leaking and I needed to fix it.  So my mother and myself drove my car to the jiffy lube and explained to the young smoker (not smoker as in attractive, smoker as in a chimney) the issue with my car.  He told me that he would take a look at my car and try to fix the problem.  So another man does a miss america wave to wave me forward into the garage part of the jiffy lube.  They pop open my hood and start yelling random numbers and put a vacuum in my hood and doing a lot of things i cant put on the www.  30 minutes later a man comes and told me that the last time my oil had been changed they put something in crooked.  So he said it would just take a few minutes and it would be fixed.  Well meanwhile.. my mom is literally going loony in the seat next to me.  She begins singing songs that I dont even understand.  She starts txting me even though i am sitting right next to her.  The exact txt read "Hey ho"  I do not find this kind of talk appropriate.  Then she sent me a picture of these little kids' butts, i wish i could explain but i have nothing.  It was frightening. This is where it gets tricky.. they shut the doors in front of us.. no one is around.. we are all by ourselves.  No one is helping us or working on my car.  WE WERE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IN THE DAN JIFFY LUBE.  Picture my mother singing and shouting explicits in a very tiny space.  To the right you will see this is my mother and myself sitting in the jiffy lube crying because we are stuck!! Well my brother calls and my mom his hysterical and shouts into the phone "i'm stuck in the jiffy lube and we wanna go home, we are hungry (i don't know the importance of the hungry part but she said it)"  So the next thing we know Reagan is at the jiffy lube and is yelling and raising all sorts of cain (hope that is the right phrase).  He is like you better give full compensation and this is racial inequality and stuff.. ok so i made that part up..  but seriously we were like where the heck did he come from.  But alas.. he got us out of the jiffy lube after we were there for 2 hours! and we didn't pay a cent.  I got new oil and they fixed the part in my car and i paid nothing!  What an experience.  The moral of this story is.. my mom gets loony in confined spaces and my brother can get things for free.  

3 comments:

Cassidie Anne said...

that is because all your brothers and dad are in the mofia. I have never met a group of men that can talk their way into getting seated before a million people at carabas or your dad getting out of probably a million parking tickets or you getting fully clothed condo's in stg or even a free thing of oil. it is undeniably the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life.

Krista said...

you make me laugh....

Diane said...

I take great offense at the 'loony in confined places' comment. I believe I am equally loony in wide open spaces! As for the expletives - or explicits,whatever- I can barely spell them let alone SAY them! The texting and naked baby bottoms speak for themselves.