I am pretty sure my husband will be taking away my car after he reads this post

Today I decided it was time to get my car an oil change.

Sounds so freaking simple.

But.

This is me. And, simple is overrated.

Just to be clear my car was 15,000 miles overdue for said oil change. The last time I changed the oil I was sweating. Not because I was actually changing the oil. No. But because it was 80 degrees outside and the dealership had no AC and it was a day that 150 other Toyota owners also wanted their cars worked on. Did I mention the sweat? So, since this is Seattle that was what? Over 6 months ago.

Normally my cheap ass takes the car to the dealership to save money. I know, right? Dealership, cheap? Yes. $19.99 for the oil change. It's approximately 1000 miles away from home but they offer free Starbucks, so it's totally worth it.

Plus, the dealership never tries to up-sell me. I think I hate up-selling more than I hate cats, especially when I have no idea what they are talking about.

Let's take cars, for example. I can drive one. And that is where my expertise ends. Period. Do not ask me about anything. I am certain I couldn't even change a tire if my life depended on it. AAA, I love you.

So, when the local Lube Exchange asks me what service I want. I say, O-I-L C-H-A-N-G-E, nice and slow in case the young greasy man doesn't get why I came in today. And then the greasy young man starts.

The young man starts explaining things and saying things that I know nothing about. And when people start talking to me about stuff I know nothing about, I start to panic and no matter what, I try to remember to Just Say No, like my mama taught me.

Honestly, I think these places pray on people like me. They use scare tactics like the email supposedly from Toyota regarding engines in cars like mine that cease up. Holy crap, that about made me faint. But, I held strong.

"No, Sir just your Signature Service."

Then the young man starts in on the fact that my car's Radiator needed service and some other thing-a-majigy that was also due.

"Thanks, but just the oil change today."

Then he starts the lecture on how often I change my oil. Which, I suppose was totally warranted but it still pissed me off.

No sooner had I got the first young greasy man off my back, did another one come in bombarding me with what I thought was an oil filter. Apparently, it was dirty. But, I wasn't going to let this little shop win, no I wasn't.

So, I looked it over and said "No thank you!" Victory was almost mine.

But, then I got to thinking. That filter did look a little dirty. And, I do know I usually have the dealership change the filter every few oil changes. But, I stayed strong.

I paid my $30 (and that was with my coupon for $10 off) and left.

While leaving I felt a little uneasy.

Maybe those greasy guys were right, I thought.

Maybe I did need to switch to Synthetic, maybe I did need a filter change, maybe I did need stuff worked on.

So, I did the only logical thing.

I went t0 Schuck's.

I asked for some help and the girl acted like I didn't know what I was talking about. And, man, she was right. But, all be damned if those greasy guys were going to get anymore of my money.

I figured out that what that greasy guy was showing me was actually an Air Filter and not an Oil Filter. Simple rookie mistake given that they look totally different and do totally different things.

I bought one.

For my husband to install.

When he gets home.

He's going to be so happy!

And proud!

Except, when I read the notes on my receipt from the Lube place it says Filter in difficult spot.

Then I remembered the last time I did this to my husband he cursed and cursed me because the filter was in a very tight spot for his VERY large 6'4" hands.

And the result of that last experience was that I was to always have the Lube place install my filter.

But, by golly I totally won.

And totally saved $2.95.

And, VICTORY is mine. (Mwahhahahahaha)