Winterization...

Ugh- take 2. So I am retyping the blog post that I started 20 minutes ago- but just awesomely deleted. Anyways, blogging from my iPhone from American Tire, just hanging out waiting for the truck to be "winterized". Dale and his friend tried to do this from home and got it 30% completed. Unfortunately, the rest proved to difficult and required tools that we don't own. *side note- When purchasing a jack for your vehicle, make sure said jack is tall enough to raise vehicle. This just makes everything easier, unless you live with the Incredible Hulk and then he can just lift the vehicle for you, just sayin.* Bonus of being up and out and about in the booming metropolis today, I may just be able to talk my hubby into a lunch date;) Hopefully, he takes me somewhere other than the hospital cafeteria!

So, here I sit people watching. The highlight of this was listening to a 20 something hipster snore for over an hour and mumble in his sleep. At American Tire when your vehicle is done, they call out your name in the lobby; this will be relevant later. So at this point let me describe the clientele. There is myself, a sweet looking Grandma knitting away, the man who knows EVERYONE (he greets them at the door with a sentence like, "Joe- good to see you, how's Ma doin" and my personal fave, "Hey- havn't seen you at AA in awhile, you better not be back on the bottle." so much for anonymous), a greasy haired gentlemen that complains everytime the phone rings because it is uncalled for this time of the day (<--- this guy forgot he is at a place of business) and Jamal our snoring friend. So the name Jamal is called once, twice, and loudly a third time. Us lobby folk all look around at each other and by process of elimination, we decide that Jamal must be the sleeper. Guy that knows everyone takes it upon himself to try and wake our friend Jamal. First, a gentle tap- nothing. Second, a shoulder shake and Jamal responds with a loud snort and adjusts himself in the chair. Guy who knows everyone finally takes a more aggressive approach and goes with the 2 hand shake accompanied with "Jamal your up". Now, Jamal wakes up and with a dazed look staggers to his feet and looks at the 4 of us- we are all obviously staring at this point. The best part of this whole story happens as Jamal walks by after paying his bill and asks "Was I snoring?". Man who knows everyone responded with a smile "Yes, Son - don't worry we have all been there before." Knitting Grandma pipes in, without looking up "Yes, but that's the least of your problems. If you don't pull up your pants and you continue to show your underwear to the world, you will never amount to anything". Jamal looked at Knitting Grandma (who never stopped knitting) and awkwardly pulled up his drawers. "Buy pants that fit or get a belt. Take care young man." I don't know Knitting Grandma, but I do heart her.

So the truck is now "winterized".  So that means we now have a plug sticking out of the grill of the truck so we plug it into our house for the next 6 months because it gets so stinking cold vehicles don't even want to start.  Dale made an appointment to get remote start installed on the truck next week- its supposed to be an all day deal so I wasn't going to drop him off at work and take in the truck and wait.  After todays experience I may just changed my mind.....who knows maybe Jamal will be there and I can let you know if he got a belt!