THIS POST WILL BE A RANT, IF YOU WILL. A rant because I hate dealing with car problems, what with all the awesome mechanical skills I have you can imagine that troubleshooting is a joy.

So.

My car started making this odd noise a few days (if I put weeks here, would you judge?) ago, and I ignored it just like I do winter – if I don’t wear a coat then winter isn’t really here. Finally today the noise got to me and I went to my favorite spot so I could check things out without anyone bothering me. Turns out my car was extremely low on both oil and power steering fluid. Thankfully my dad bought me power steering fluid a few months ago because he knew I’d need it, and I had a few spare quarts of oil so I popped the trunk and dug out my stash.

So there I am, parked next to this field minding my own business, with my head holding up the hood since the hydraulics won’t work, trying to unscrew this cap that is literally frozen on, when a guy in a maroon car started heading over my way. Please don’t be coming over here. . .but he kept coming. No seriously dude. . .leave me alone. And he pulled closer and parked. He gets out, stares at me for a minute and then right when I start thinking he’s going to offer his services he plops down on the back of his trunk, whips out a cigarette and watches me work like fixing my car is a freaking concert and he’s got front row seats.

I’m just standing there shivering and trying not to get my clothes dirty while silently FUMING that this guy had the gall to come that close and not offer help. Not that I wanted or needed it, but I didn’t want or need an audience either. And I knew I shouldn’t park in my favorite spot, but I didn’t want the whole office seeing me under the car with a big sign on my forehead stating “Aubrey is a retard”.

As if they don’t know that already.

In summary: Don’t watch me do things, it makes me angry. Thank goodness for the local Big Lots, who’s generous supply of cheap stuff increased my mood tremendously.