There are basically two kinds of people. Those who grew up watching their dads change the oil in their own cars and decided, “I want to grow up to be just like my dad and change my own oil someday”, and those who grew up watching their dads change the oil in their own cars that decided, “I want to grow up to be just like my dad, except I want to watch more television and pay somebody else to do my dirty work.” I don’t know about you, but we take our cars to Grease Monkey.
I’ve decided that you can learn a lot at Grease Monkey if you pay attention, and not just about why a college education is important. Specifically, a man can learn how to treat a woman.
EXHIBIT A: I drive up, a man comes to my window and asks me what I want. I tell him, and he says, “You got it.” Then he asks for my keys. Such a gentleman!
EXHIBIT B: The young man escorts me to the waiting room and opens the door for me. He motions to the fresh baked cookies, the cold drinks in the fridge, and hands me the remote. Um, hi. Wanna get married?
EXHIBIT C: All I asked was to get my oil changed. When he comes back, he mentions all the other stuff he did like, “washed your windows, vacuumed your interior, rotated your tires…” and then he mentioned something about a chassis and I thought, “Man, I know I look good today and everything but he’s really laying it on THICK!”
EXHIBIT D: I pay him for his services. This is the part where the dating analogy loses some of its validity and makes it sound more like prostitution, which I am not in favor of. Then again, he DID give me the remote.
EXHIBIT E: While walking out he hands me a fresh flower and tells me to have a wonderful day.
And that’s why Grease Monkey is the bomb, and why when Drew gets ready to date I’ll be like, “Road trip to Grease Monkey!”. Plus, where else are you going to get a blue carnation?
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