fine. whatever. i finally went to get a stupid, lame oil change.
i know. i should have gotten it like 7,000 miles ago. I KNOW. leave me alone. paying for car-anything sucks. i hate paying for car crap with all my heart. we should all just be happy that i manage to fill it up with gas on a regular basis. ok?
so ya, since i finally took my lovely green escourt to the car doctor, i knew it was time to talk about THE SOUND.
some have thought it was a space ship. some have thought it was a tornado siren. some have thought my car was actually talking. (hi april).
it’s been making this weird high-pitched flute-like noise, for oh, umm, about a year or so. no seriously. a year.
and i’ve just been going around ignoring it while turning up my radio. but now summer is here again, and i keep rolling down my window. and then, of course, i can hear it. and well, i was told yesterday that it would actually be much, much worse if say my car just up and died on me, then it would be to pay whatever it costs to fix it, so i really need to get it fixed asap, and well, when you put it that way. fine.
so i asked the mechanics to check it out. and then one of them realized that the noise was coming from my oil dip stick, which was hitting something because of a crazy suction problem. and im not going to lie, i kind of thought this was funny.
the mechanic did NOT think this was funny.
and he explained to me that it was being caused because of some weird air pattern from my engine.
and i asked him how bad it was, like was my car going to blow up?
and he said, very seriously, that he did not know. but it could.
and that i NEED to get it looked at by a dealer like yesterday. but then, he went and jimmy rigged it, so it doesn’t make that noise anymore.
me in my head: cool. it’s fixed.
him. reading my thoughts: it is NOT fixed.
me in my head: whatever, i’ll just get it looked at some day.
him. reading my thoughts agian: do NOT wait to get this looked at. in fact. you should drive it directly to the dealer right now.
me in my head,( this time smiling at him, like ‘silly boy, im not going to do that’): ya. that’s not going to happen.
him. using his telepathy power again: no. SERIOUSLY. GET THIS CHECKED NOW.
instead i drove back to work, then home. and i plan to repeat tomorrow.
if you get some weird phone call at 11:27 p.m. tomorrow, please answer. there’s a good chance my car just died on route 14.