car maintenance.

I truly hate dealing with car stuff. But, as I was long overdue for an oil change (or, my car was… not me), I figured I should take care of that… especially since my husband is off today and I wanted to get away from him. No… I’m kidding! Because he is off today, I didn’t have to bring the kids who would have been bored little pains in the butt the whole time.

But this post really has nothing to do with my car.

The thing is… I just had my oil changed by the hottest guy I’ve interacted with in a very long time. Holy crap… I was all flustered! I’m like a freaking teenager.

This guy was a cross between him:

and him:

… so, you know, the man of my dreams.

Gulp.

“Oil change?”

“Uhh… yes, please.”Β I swear, I do speak English.

“Okay, Sandra… We checked out [blah blah hot guy talking…] and you’re in great shape. You are due for… [blah blah hot guy talking about car things…]… and that takes about 10 minutes if you’d like to do that today.”

“Do I get to stare at you the whole time?” NO… I did not actually say that. But, damn, I thought it.

Sigh. And yes, he did call me by name… because he knew my name after he ‘scanned in’ my car. How personal. And hot.

“Would you like me to clear your maintenance light?” (Is that what he called it? I have no fucking idea.)

“Yes… please do stick your sexy tattooed arm into my car and push my… um… buttons.” NO… I did not actually sat that either. But, damn…Β What I really said was, “yes, please…” [Inaudible moan.]

“Thanks, Sandra. Have a great day.”

Yum.

 


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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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40 Responses to car maintenance.

  1. Hahaha! Down girl. πŸ˜ƒ

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  2. magarisa says:

    Sounds like you had a good day! πŸ˜‰

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  3. Tony Burgess says:

    It’s interesting how we lose or minds in situations like this.

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  4. Tony Burgess says:

    Just think about the mashup of Once Upon a Time and Hawaii 5-0

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  5. Yummy! He definitely sounds like leading man material. In fact, that whole scene could show up in a story. And in your story he’d know your name cause he’d been noticing you when you were in the shop before! Btw, very brave of you. I hate doing the car stuff when I don’t know what they’re talking about.

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  6. Nice story, I think maybe you should have got your oil changed too, while you were there. πŸ˜‰

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  7. Rallisblog says:

    Haha I love this. I think we all go through this type of things on many occasions. I always get tongue tied when I see a cute guy and I have to talk to him …. I bet it made getting that oil change just that little bit easier …. (on the car, not on you πŸ˜‰ … )

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  8. How is it possible to have a man be a combination of those two?! I would probably die. You need to take a picture next time so we can all appreciate the hotness, Sandra lol!!

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  9. jackcollier7 says:

    Jeez. Now if a guy had written a similar post about a woman you’d be calling him sexist. ❀

    Like

  10. Marquessa says:

    LMAO! Yes he could be your new muse for your next leading man. More research needed so you’ll need to go back, numerous times to “observe” him in action!πŸ˜‰

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