Well, it’s that time of year again. The time when I get thoroughly annoyed by anything remotely resembling a little holiday called Christmas. Not only that, but I also have snow problems.

Being the lazy type of guy that I am, I usually wait a good 3-5 days after a snow storm before I go outside and clean off my car. Since I walk to work and have no social life, car cleaning is not really a necessity to me. Usually I end up going cleaning it off after I start getting paranoid that everyone else in the parking lot is secretly annoyed with the eye sore that is my snow covered car.

The other day I decided to go get my oil changed, but my self consciousness started to get the best of me. You see, I still had a large amount of snow on my roof and trunk as I typically only clean snow off my windows. My crazy internal dialog went something like this:

“I wonder if the oil changer guys will get mad at me for having so much snow on my car. After all it is inside, in a heated environment, and some snow might melt, creating a sloppy situation.”

“Yeah, they might get a little upset, but I really don’t feel like cleaning the snow off my roof and trunk, isn’t that a little unnecessary? Won’t people be looking at me weird for doing that? Who cleans the snow off of their entire car anyways?”

“Point well taken self, but how many times have you seen a snow covered car being taken indoors, especially during a mechanical checking or fixing type thing? Never, that’s right, never!”

“Okay, but I’m on my way there and what am I going to do? Stop at a gas station, get out, and scrape the snow off my car? People would think I was absolutely crazy.”

“Hmm, I wonder if I could find a building to pull behind, out of public view.”

“Oh, screw it, I’m already here. I hope I don’t get punched.”

Surprisingly, there wasn’t a line at the oil change place and I was able to pull right into the garage area. The guy who works there walks up to me with a clipboard and kind of looks at my snowyness. He then says “Wow, that’s going to make a mess.”

In my mind I’m like “Okay Josh, here’s your chance, show him the balls that you’ve been trying to incubate for the last few months. Stick up for your laziness!”

So I sort of chuckled, and calmly said “Yeah it will, so you should probably get to work before it starts melting.” Kaboooom! I just totally owwwned this guy. Nobody fucks with the Josh! Except the only problem is, that the way those words came out of my mouth it may have sounded more like “Oh, sorry about that. I just need an oil change. Thanks.” It’s all a matter of perspective really, or it could just be me pussing out once again.

Tags: Oil Change, Snow