War rages on, pressure

My comment about the chubby chick that had 7 sugars and 4 creams in her medium coffee has evoked the most comments of any entry recently, including the return of the great Randy Romero and even an appearance from Sir Randall.   Randall called out the original commentor as a coward for not revealing their identity, however the person did sort of identify themselves by the email address they used in combination with the probability that they are a female (only a female would take offense to it)  Even if they were totally anonymous, I wouldn’t care, it’s all about opinions. 

Yesterday I had my 2nd knee injection.  It wasn’t quite as smooth as the first.  He froze it then stuck the numbing stuff in, no problems there.  But then the knee fluid went in I felt some nasty pressure that made me flinch.  I could feel the blood rushing to my face and the sweat instantly fire up.  It felt like a little balloon inside my knee was about to burst.  The guy could tell it hurt and apologized.  He said he may have gotten outside the range of the numbing junk.  Oh well, I lived.

 On the way back to the office I decided to stop and get the oil changed on the Sentra.  Since my string of bad experiences at the Valvoline place near my work, I have avoided them.  I took my car one time to another place that had nothing but grumpy haitians working for them which wasn’t much better.  Well I came up to a different Valvoline place so I thought I would give this one a shot.

They changed the oil but once again did not do all the things that are indicated on the invoice like sweeping out the car or checking the tire pressure.  The guy that cashiered me out was a grumpy f who acted like he was doing me a favor by changing my oil.  I handed him the signed invoice and he said nothing.  I said “Is that it?” to which he grunted “Yea..” and walked away.  WTF is up with people? Is it that hard to use common sense when dealing with customers and exhibit at least a tiny bit of courtesy?  My search for a decent quick oil change place continues, or maybe I will just go back to changing it myself, f it.