Ok, so this post really takes place a week ago...at JIFFY LUBE. Let me be the first to say that I have always had my oil changed at Jiffy Lube and even when others said they had problems there, I never did. Well, that's all about to change. I called Kenny in the morning and told him I needed to take my car in to have the oil changed, and get my safety and emissions done(NOT because my car was over two months past due on the registration...I would never be that irresponsible.) I thought it would be fun if we went to lunch while my car was being serviced. We dropped my car off and they told me it would take an hour, perfect, we would be done with lunch in an hour. After lunch Kenny dropped me off at Jiffy Lube. My car was in fact, NOT done. I waited in the waiting room...now here is where it gets good. The guy sitting in the corner of the waiting room was eating McDonald's...ok, I get it...you're trying to multitask, fine. But I'll tell you what is NOT fine...and that is licking every single finger with every single bite you take...making disgusting sounds, and making me suffer through a salad, a sandwich, and several other items, including a juice box...are you kidding me? a grown man slurping a juice box. I look at the only other guy in the waiting room, wondering if it's just me being annoyed...NOPE, it's not just me...he is glaring at the guy as well. Then our eyes meet...we both kind of laugh and try to ignore it. I can't ignore it. No matter how much I try...I tried plugging my ears...I could still hear him. I try to entertain myself by texting Kenny...but it just turns to me texting Kenny about my annoyance with this man. FINALLY, his name is called. Silence. Me and the other guy in the room try to turn the TV on so we can drown him out...it won't work. GRRRRR...back the guy comes to continue waiting for his car...at this time I can no longer sit in there, I can't do it. I go out to the garage and ask how much longer my car will be...I've been waiting for over an hour at this point. The guy says to me, "Oh, no one told you that your car was ready?" Do you think that if I had been told my car was ready, I would be out here asking you about it. "No" I said, "they didn't." I'd like to do the onsite registration I tell him for the second time... WHAT? You're out of decals? Great, my car is still unregistered. I go out to my car. It feels weird. Feels "rummaged" through. Oh well...nothing missing. Halfway home I realize they didn't put the reminder sticker in my window. I wonder, did they really even do an oil change. A couple days later my turn signals don't work. At this point I'm really bothered by Jiffy Lube, so I stop by the Lehi Jiffy Lube...they were nice, but couldn't help me either. They had me call the manager. I spoke with him, and he said he could help me if I drove out to Saratoga Springs on Thursday...that brings us to today. I woke up this morning knowing that I needed to be up in Draper to the Dr's by noon. I told Kenny when I woke up...I don't really think I should be driving to Draper with no registration and non-functioning turn signals. What's a girl to do...I had to go. Of course I got a late start, and by the time I left, I knew I needed to hurry...I guess I should mention that I needed to go to the lab and be there before noon, because that's the time in which they close. So...I was driving a little faster than I should have been...when what to my wondering eyes should appear right over the point of the mountain, but a cop. OH NO!!! Yep, he sees me. I know I'm busted. He gets behind me...on go the lights. CRAP, CRAP, CRAPPITY, CRAP! I'm in deep trouble here. I pull over, he comes to my door...it's at this moment that I realize my passenger side window won't roll down. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON WITH THIS CAR? I unlock the door and he opens it...sorry, I say, the window won't roll down. I get out my driver's license and insurance card(which doesn't actually go into effect until January 25th...I think I replaced it too soon.) The cop asks me how fast I was driving...mmmm...about 79. He says 79 huh? I"m like, yep...that's what it said last time I looked at it. By the way officer, my registration is expired, but see these papers right here on the passenger seat...they are to register my car. I explain the Jiffy Lube incidence...in fewer words, leaving out McDonald's man details. He tells me, like I'm dumb, you know you can just do that online right? Oh yes, I know that Officer, BUT you have to have the purple and white form that comes in the mail that I cannot find anywhere, although I spent a half an hour looking for it just this morning...no luck. I explain to him...I need to make it to the lab before noon...uggghhh...I show him the paper requiring the lab work...I know he's thinking to himself...geez lady, I don't need to know everything about you. He says, give me one minute and we'll get you back on the road. He takes my license...comes back and tells me to get my car registered TODAY...apparently it's a $200 fine. He tells me to drive carefully...and off I go. WHAT? Sir, did you not just realize that I have no working signals, a window that doesn't roll down, I was speeding and my car is NOT registered? Thank you, thank you, thank you! Up to the lab I go. I get poked...no blood...she digs around for awhile, I'm not happy about this. Off to the other arm. I leave with cotton balls and tape on BOTH arms. Ok, the good thing is...I am in Draper, which means I get to go to Zupa's. I pull into the parking lot...I circle through the parking lot 5, yes, I said FIVE times. A lady turns down the same row I'm on...she's in a giant SUV. She can see there is no where for me to go. Does she back up, NO! She squeezes by me, almost scraping my car. I look over at her, give her a WTF smirk...what I'm really thinking is"I'd like to take a needle and staby it in YOUR arm!" I knew it was time to leave. I went across the street to Fazoli's...LAME! I drive slowly all the way home. The day is done. I have a registered car, non-working turn signals, and the reminder sticker in my window. I need a nap!
