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:
… so, you know, the man of my dreams.
“Uhh… yes, please.” 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… What I really said was, “yes, please…” [Inaudible moan.]
“Thanks, Sandra. Have a great day.”
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