tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post2046954668778751896..comments2012-12-22T12:34:02.012-06:00Comments on Swallow, Socrates: as if into your wormy graveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-53299466925435539952012-03-03T16:02:43.671-06:002012-03-03T16:02:43.671-06:00Always glad to entertain, Sonia. Thanks for readi...Always glad to entertain, Sonia. Thanks for reading and praying.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-18383608438073761912012-03-03T15:30:27.979-06:002012-03-03T15:30:27.979-06:00I am cracking up at these comments about the oil c...I am cracking up at these comments about the oil change! I have the same fear at the automated car washes...afraid I will not line my car up just right and cross the metal bar in the middle... or will hit the gas instead of braking thus hitting the line of cars in front if me! Having had an MRI on my stomach a few months ago, your description of the sounds took me back to that dreadful moment when every ounce of my body itched and my arms were numb behind my head....nothing in comparison to your journey. Thanks for the laugh!! Praying for you dailySonia Hollandsworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11736440405031027055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-53110759533285668192012-03-03T15:30:01.196-06:002012-03-03T15:30:01.196-06:00I am cracking up at these comments about the oil c...I am cracking up at these comments about the oil change! I have the same fear at the automated car washes...afraid I will not line my car up just right and cross the metal bar in the middle... or will hit the gas instead of braking thus hitting the line of cars in front if me! Having had an MRI on my stomach a few months ago, your description of the sounds took me back to that dreadful moment when every ounce of my body itched and my arms were numb behind my head....nothing in comparison to your journey. Thanks for the laugh!! Praying for you dailySonia Hollandsworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11736440405031027055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-73923299941928951422012-03-03T09:52:56.713-06:002012-03-03T09:52:56.713-06:00You can do eeeet! Deeps breaths. Visualize victo...You can do eeeet! Deeps breaths. Visualize victory.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-60478861770697593472012-03-02T22:32:50.477-06:002012-03-02T22:32:50.477-06:00I seriously had a panic attack just *reading* your...I seriously had a panic attack just *reading* your description of a typical oil change. But don't feel bad - I'm overdue for a change so really, it's more like free behavior cognitive therapy.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04532997470518871230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-5183654391563410152012-03-02T14:51:11.125-06:002012-03-02T14:51:11.125-06:00Amy, yes, exactly! It is a deeply mortifying expe...Amy, yes, exactly! It is a deeply mortifying experience, the oil change. Even once you've managed to approximate the attendant's directions, the shame is just beginning. Next (if you remain in vehicle) you have to listen to them remark--below bay to above bay, your window clearly down and in earshot--on the dinginess of your air filter, the virtual emptiness of your oil supply, and a transmission system in dire need of a complete overhaul, all of course due to your ineptitude as a car owner. Next comes the explanation of services rendered and the categorization of suggested additional services--half of which is inscrutable and all of which not remotely affordable. And then, of course, sapped of self-esteem, you have to pull out of the garage with as little grace as you entered--desperate to leave but uncertain that you are capable. And you get stuck on that last little bump and the eyes of the world are upon you and seventeen cars are in line behind you and the voice of the man beside you says, "you got it, all clear, have a good day" is really saying, "Just goooooooooooooooo!"<br /><br />Thanks for seeing, reading, and praying.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01884256302440323099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-50463820279850060982012-03-02T14:03:23.966-06:002012-03-02T14:03:23.966-06:00Also, I wanted to comment on "dubiety and Fre...Also, I wanted to comment on "dubiety and Fred Gwynne" but I can't. At least, I can't on the actual blog page because it feels too much like disturbing a blanket of fresh-fallen snow. But I wanted to say something to let you know that I saw it, that I read it, and that I prayed, too.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04532997470518871230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740811281324312385.post-60472517530530470842012-03-02T13:48:27.799-06:002012-03-02T13:48:27.799-06:00The Jiffy Lube analogy? Pure genius. PURE genius...The Jiffy Lube analogy? Pure genius. PURE genius. That is EXACTLY right. Nothing can diminish my confident composure as quickly as the Jiffy Lube attendant giving me the "How did you even drive yourself here?" look when I fail to navigate the maintenance bay to his level of perfection. But the worst? Is the "C'mon... little more... little more... littl - STOP! STOP! STOP!"Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04532997470518871230noreply@blogger.com