So the title of today's post is "Emissions" and no, I'm not talking about Karl's fart machine! I'm referring to vehicle emissions and how you have to have them tested every couple of years to renew your registration. John's car was due for an emissions test in January so, naturally, he carried the little card around until January 30th and then asked me to do it.
By way of softening the blow he attached a little post-it note with the location of the nearest testing location. He's very thoughtful, that guy!
The place was a little auto care shop. They were not busy when I arrived, the guy behind the counter was friendly and jovial, and they had People magazine in the waiting room. Perfect!
Or so I thought.
There was a TV tuned to a news channel and apparently they were discussing Justice Alito because FCG (Friendly Counter Guy) suddenly launches into a diatribe about Democrats, how they don't understand the Constitution, how they don't get to pick the justice because they aren't in control of the legislature, and that's just the way the cookie crumbles!
Whoa. Where did that come from?
I gave him a puzzled stare.
Really, I just wanted to read my magazine. I don't get into the whole political debate thing. I'm not even sure what made him think I was a good audience for such opinions. I gave a feeble smile and went back to my magazine.
He didn't get the hint.
Next I got to hear about filibusters, balance of power, the fact that he was a political science major (now working as an auto mechanic, mind you) and how the Constitution never addressed wire taps and therefore they weren't illegal. About the time the other guy came in to say that the car was ready I was hearing about abortion and States' rights. The only break from the political musings came when he mentioned that he liked looking at People magazine to see what people were wearing.
THIS guy interested in fashion? I started looking around for the hidden cameras. It was absolutely the most bizarre twenty minutes in recent history.
And I have a lot of bizarre encounters!
Oh, and then NOG (Nosy Other Guy) says to me "I couldn't help but notice the stack of receipts on your floorboard - we can beat the prices of that other shop!" Apparently emissions come out of the passenger floorboard now and papers must be unfolded and examined as part of the testing process. Who knew? I told him that it was my husband's car and I would pass on the message.
And I ra-aa-aan, I ran so far awa-aa-aay!
The car passed its emissions test.
Little auto shop . . . .did not!
Oh, and after several months at last my soul will be at peace - there will be Survivor tonight!
TPBQOTD (Don't bother me with trifles. After twenty years at last my father's soul will be at peace. There will be blood tonight!)