There were five or six vehicles pulled over to the side of the road this evening when I drove home. That's quite a few. And people seemed to be driving strangely too. Must be the heat.
My car seemed to act funny at a spot or two, but I think it may have been the wind more than anything.
I was getting a bit freaked out over the weekend, as I was worrying that I was destroying the transmission. When I went to get the oil changed two weeks ago, the guy said that I needed a new “transmission fluid pan gasket” and that there was evidence of a fluid leak. I thought I'd measured the fluid level a while before, and it seemed fine, but then again, I'd been measuring it completely wrong.
You cannot measure the transmission fluid level in my car when it is cold. Nor can you measure it when it is hot. The fluid must be warm. Gah.
Anyway, with the assistance of my dad and my brother, we ran the car for a few minutes, cycled through the different gear-select positions, and figured out that the transmission fluid was indeed properly topped off. I guess the procedure really wasn't too bad, but it just seemed to be more complicated than it should have been.
I had a strange experience at Chipotle today. After paying the cashier, I found a fortune from a fortune cookie in my hand. It said, “There's a chance of a romantic encounter soon.” It's one I got a year or two ago, but it just happened to fall out of my wallet.
So, is it a sign? Well, it definitely didn't point me toward the mexican cashier chick. I mean, I know I once mentioned to a person or two that I like Latin women, but I suppose that was just said in a flash of idiocy. I meant Salma Hayek/Jennifer Lopez Latin, not Juanita from down the street Latin—which is unattainable anyway, so I shouldn't even bother mentioning it.
OK, yeah, I'm evil.
Anyway, it would be nice if the fortune came true this time around. I mean, I'm only a few months from turning 25.
Dammit, I'm getting old.Posted by mike at August 11, 2003 08:36 PM | Car , Self | TrackBack