i think this is something exclusive to quick oil change places. i was at valvoline, but the brand doesnβt matter. the experience started negatively, after the mechanic wrongly accused me of pulling the wrong lever to pop the hood. so i banished him, and thus began feeling like a princess in my castle. the pistons started roaring and i began to float. the pneumatic wrenches were vibrating the car from every tire and it brought me out of body. how strange to feel the extremities of a machine that has become become an extension of yourself. i used my $15 coupon (jesus oil is $89? i gotta learn to do it on my own π€ͺ), and rolled out while blowing kisses to everyone as they waved me on, including my giant inflated valvoline guard dog. my scarf billowed out the drivers side window (rear left window doesnβt roll down). i never get out of my car.
