So here I am on Saturday with my car due for service. Seems simple huh. Not so fast. I wanted to go shopping at the local mall while my car being serviced so I took it to an oil change place right across the street from the mall. I leave the car with the goober asking simply for an oil change.
I walk across the street and start cruising the mall. After spending a months salary at the Brighton store ( another store I love) I hit the Macy's and Nordstrom looking for that special skirt. Yeah right, like I'll actually find it, I have lunch at the Nordstrom cafe.
I walk back to the lube joint with my new purses (don't ask) and find that my car is not finished yet. Ugggghhhh. The guy there then starts to explain to me that my car needs all kind of fluid changes and services that will only add hundreds to the bill. This guy is talking to me like I'm an idiot, but it takes me several minutes to figure out why. He is talking to a chick for crying out loud so I must be stupid right. Oh well, I guess I should expect this, all my gg sisters have been living with it their entire lives.
When I put the situation in perspective, I guess I should feel sorry for the dummy. I get to play dumb and still know what really happening with my car. It was worth the aggravation when I got to explain that the "expired" lube in the car's rear end was actually Royal Purple synthetic that was only six months old. The look on their faces was actually kinda funny.
Anyway I'm carrying my stuff in a brand new Brighton purse today. It's been the topic of discussion with every woman at the office. Unfortunately they didn't notice my new shoes.
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