Oil Changed

I can recall on one hand the amount of times I have had someone change the oil in my car other than myself. I'll admit, today was another one of those times. At age sixteen, my Grandfather taught me how. He said "If you are going to drive, then you need to know how to change it." Another of his famous lines that I still live by today...  "If you want something done right, do it yourself." I could usually be caught one lazy Wisconsin Sunday a month changing my oil, then my mother's, then the grandparent's. I had my own little service station set up right at the end of the gravel driveway. I loved it!

However, today was different. I know my Grandfather's ashes swirled up in disagreement under his deer stand when Mom had to take her car to get it changed today. I sat quietly and "sedated" as the passenger. Once in the garage, they had the plug out, oil drained, and back in place in what seemed like thirty seconds. HELLO? There's no possible way the oil can drain out "properly" in that amount of time. It was about then that I slipped back in time. While the oil would drain, Grandpa and I would walk up to the house where Grandma had made lunch for us grease monkeys. I was snatched back to earth today when the idiotic technician hastily started the car to make sure all the warning lights went out. Again, WHAT? That's not the way it's done. You give the oil time to seep down into the filter to fill it. You B.S. about how expensive oil is compared to 1980. Did this technician know he had committed an oil change crime? It was all I could do to bite my tongue, but I did. I know that nothing stays the same forever and sometimes that's okay, even if the oil does get changed.... by someone other than myself.