Ya know when you wait till the last day of the month to take care of emissions, inspections, and registration on your husband's vehicle? So, you get out the door in the wee hours of the morning, with your squirmy one year old to hopefully avoid a crowd at the closest Jiffy Lube? But, you don't avoid the crowds and have to wait in a miniature room with 10 other people and a squirmy one year old, who still insists crawling is faster and get his pants all dirty on the greasy, nasty floor? Just for them to tell you an hour later that a brake light is out, and they don't know how to change it?
So you take it to the local Big O' Tires, and they are kind and get it right in, but you find yourself in another waiting room with lots of people? And immediately after entering your squirmy one year old grips onto a chair, gets into a mini squat, eyes start to water, and grunts noisily for all to hear? And in your embarrassment, you run into the bathroom with him to find there is absolutely no place to change a stinky one year old? So, you hope with all your might that it will be fast and you take the rotten smelling one year old back into the stuffy waiting room for all the waiting strangers to sniff? Then just when you think someone is going to tell you to get your smelly kid out of there, they tell you your car is done and not to worry about paying for the little light, but to just come back and see them again?
Well, I sure do! Thanks Big O Tires, I will come back and see you, minus my poopy boy.
