When I Decided to Change My Oil

Forgive me for not posting for the past several days and forgive any grammatical errors that happen to appear. I am exhausted. I didn't have time to shave my legs today and that bugs me. Increasingly. Oh and forgive me for parking in a handicap parking spot the other day. I just really had to pee...and I still feel REALLY bad about that. But that's better than feeling pee in your nylons...

Recently, in my never ending quest of pursuing knowledge and to save money, I decided to do all maintenance on my car myself. Frequent phone calls to my father and Youtube made this possible. Tuesday, I decided to purchase the materials to change my oil. I had read my owner's manual and researched what I needed and I had no trouble finding anything. I did this after work, of course - hair curled, make-up, skirt, and heels. Yes, men were very afraid. And they had every reason to be...

Anyway, there was a number of MEN browsing the aisles of the auto shop and a store associate comes up to a man next to me and asks if he needed help finding anything. The man looks at me, shocked that he was asked instead of me, and replies "No, but I know SHE does." LIKE REALLY? Dude...you so didn't. The associate looks at me, as if waiting for a confirmation, and I responded that I was actually ready to check out...and oh, was that okay? Or do I need a man card or have to flash my nonexistent balls to shop here...