Mel
In an ever-entertaining world of even mundane activities, I have a fun blurb about my oil change experience this a.m. I brought my sweet O.C. (affectionally-named, save only for the irony), to Mr. John Lance this morning (where the hell was the coffee??). Well, 45-minutes into a quickie/cheapie well-over-5,000-miles-since-the-last-one (and after glaring eyes from the many wide-eyed female patrons, wtf, yo?...