Freak Magnet

I took my lunch time today to get the oil changed in the car. I’d much rather go to the oil change place near work than the ghetto one that’s in my town. The folks who work at the place I like take care of customers (they helped an elderly woman today with her walker and then let a mentally-challenged young man hang out and watch what they were doing) and they don’t leave grease prints all over the car like the ghettoville one.

While I was waiting, I picked up the local paper and read for most of the time I was there. A woman and her 2 year old were watching Dragon Tales but then left. The older woman came in about the time I did and then the spaz couple walked in. The whole time they were bursting onto the scene like a couple of kittens I kept reading the paper. It was obvious I could care less about them or Dragon Tales. Still they asked me if I was watching TV. Instead of saying if I had Superman vision and could see through solid objects I’d finally be the ruler of the planet and I wouldn’t be wasting my time on a minion task, I just said no feel free to change the channel. Then they went back to their spastic ways. The woman finally said something about what a deal it was that this oil changing chain was going to wash the windows and vacuum the car. I just gave the vague smile of “you are an idiot”.

Then she scampered around when they called out about who had the Honda (lucky day we both have one). Yeah, I was there before you they are probably talking to me. When I turned around to sit back down, she was in my seat and asked me if it was my newspaper. I told her it was provided by the establishment and then I sat in another chair. She leaped into the air and then moved back to her original seat. Seriously, WTF? There’s no excuse for being that hyper. Quit taking the drugs.