Car Service Dude

Yesterday I took my car in for service. I had 3 recalls and was not about to let my car run away with me in, as some other brands have done recently. I took precaution and quickly got my car looked at.

I knew that I would be sitting for a while and chose to bring my breakfast, a book and some other essential items to occupy my time while I sat. Unfortunately for me I used none of them, because Maury was on and I needed to know if 'he was the father.' Because I had packed for the unknown, I had brought my new favorite bag, the teal colored Big Buddha... This bag screams, fun, summer, hip and although its color does not go with every outfit, I love it even more! Besides the new Valentino I bought myself this is the one of the loves of my life...

Anyhow, I have the purse on the counter, and as I shuffle through it to look for the recall letters the gentleman behind the counter, says "cute bag."

I continue to shuffle and pretend to not realize that he is working at the counter of the car service department. He is surrounded by men who are covered in oil. Men who have full body tattoo's.

Apparently this statement is not heard by any other person than myself. And that is too bad as I laughed about it for at least 4 hours.