The Dreaded Oil Change
Posted by iusbvision on February 18, 2007
Winter’s finally here and we all are making preparations for the new season. For most women, this is the opportunity to buy boots, coat, scarves, gloves, matching purse, and … an oil change???
There is nothing I despise more in this world than sitting in a waiting room leafing through Better Homes and Gardens and Popular Mechanics magazines while waiting for a half hour for my car to be lubed up for the next 3,000 miles. This isn’t the worst of the torture.
After waiting for a while, a guy in overalls walks into the office and brings me outside to my car and asks me what kind of oil I want and to show me my air filter. Just when I think everything is fine, he pulls up on his screen that my car needs its tires rotated every X miles and that for the price of Y they could do that today as well as put weather-protected windshield wipers or something for an extra fee. I become annoyed and tune him out after he asked asks me what type of oil I preferred.
I understand this man was probably just trying to do his job. If he was providing maintenance to me like a doctor would, I would want to know all of my options. I guess if I was more knowledgeable and confident about cars, then I wouldn’t feel inferior at the garages. It’s like the mechanics pick up on the uncertainty and thrive on it.
I know my oil needed to be changed. To me, oil is just oil even if the label proclaims to be “high performance” or for “3,000+” (this is where my ignorance shines). I also know when I say, “I would like an oil change, please” does not translate to “Change my oil, rotate my tires, give me new headlights, wipers, underbody, tune-up, and your complementary cups of coffee”.