I Can Kill You With My Brain

I’m so excited to be on my way to an oil change this afternoon.

You may have read that last sentence and thought, “What?  Who gets excited for an oil change?”  Rest assured, dear reader, that I’m not typically a person that gets excited at the prospect of shelling out some dough to have fluids in my car swapped out.  Truth be told, I could care less about the actual oil change.  What I’m really looking forward to is the 45 minute wait as the brilliant service technicians at Schaefer’s Service Center work on my Prius.

Okay, I know I really have you scratching your head with a perplexed look on your face now.  Who gets excited about sitting in a waiting room on a plastic chair for the better part of an hour?  It never used to be me.  I would sit there flipping through their collection of several-month-old magazines trying to find articles that were both interesting to me and contained information that I didn’t already pick up in the 5 months since the magazine originally hit the newsstand.  After way too many years of doing this, I finally realized that it was okay for me to bring my own items to keep myself occupied during this time.  As long as it wasn’t something that disturbed the people working or the other members of the waiting room contingent, there’s really nothing wrong with it.  Since then, I’ve always showed up with something to read, a game to play on a portable device, or at the very least, a fully charged mobile phone with internet access.

This afternoon’s time will be passed by reading comics.  Even though shiny new comics came out yesterday, I will be reading last week’s titles.  Wonderful times spent with my family and girlfriend over the past 8 days have prevented me from reading most of last week’s comics haul.  I’m quite excited to tear into them and find out what all of my illustrated “friends” have been up to since the last time I saw them.  While I will have this week’s batch of comics with me just in case, I doubt I will get to them in the 45 minutes it will take for the oil to be changed in my car.  Maybe I’ll get lucky and my oil change will go long and take an hour.

Now that’s a sentence that may never be written again.