Austin's Lesbo BBQ

I got to play grease monkey again today. Oh so fun. It has been made obvious to me over and over again that whenever I have an automobile issue, it's never solved by the simplest solution.

First off, I'd like to point out that our loving Austin community is always on the lookout for their fellow neighbors. Specifically, I'd like to thank the gentleman who offered his service at 7:30 this morning of laying on his horn and displaying his middle finger when I slowed down to turn into my driveway. I guess my gradual deceleration and hand signal didn't do it for him. Without his courtesy, I may have been in the dark for ages about my trucks turn signal problem!

SO anyway...I noticed around midnight last night that my left turn signal was doing some spastic blinking action telling me that one of my signal bulbs is out. Simple enough. I went to get another bulb this afternoon...that didn't fix it. Still, no signal. I went to a different auto parts store (where I've found in the past the associates are more competent) with my issue. The guy told me it was a circuit board problem and it's a $30 part. Fuck! Why when I think I'm going to spend $5 do I end up spending $40?! Whatever. So I bought it and I decided to just fix it in the parking lot just in case it wasn't the right part.

Here's the part that repeatedly gets to me: I can't seem to go about my own business of fixing my truck without drawing some sort of attention. And I don't mean that nice people are offering to help me and I'm taking it the wrong way. I'm talking about straight up harassment. Like "That's it baby! Just hit it a little bit harder! That'll do the trick!"...I kinda knew this would happen if I did the repair in the parking lot, I just couldn't justify driving all the way back to my house to put in the part and then finding out it was the wrong part just to drive right back to the store. And by the way, people do this all the time...fix their cars in the auto parts store's parking lots...in fact, the guy parked next to me was doing something to his car as well. So, in theory, I shouldn't be drawing any particular attention.

I had a similar, yet more assaulting, situation happen to me a couple of weeks ago when I was working on my truck in my driveway...and also several times in the past.

Sorry. I just had to vent about the shit in the world that, apparently, will never change.

Next time I do a repair, I'm just going to go all out and do it dressed to the nines in heels and my prom dress.