I have a haircut appointment for tomorrow. I showed up today. Oops.
They took me anyway, though it makes me wonder why I keep a calendar if I don’t always check it.
As long as I was out and had a few minutes, I stopped to get my oil changed on the way back to work. In my George Bush 41 with the grocery scanner moment, I went to my first JiffyLube.
They were empty and knew who I was. That makes most experiences better. They could not have been nicer.
I found out synthetic oil is a lot more expensive than that stuff that comes directly from the ground. Also, from outward appearances, my engine doesn’t look like it’s been chugging along for nearly 10 years. And, if you ask nicely for your antifreeze to get topped off… it still doesn’t.
I’ll do that myself at home.