I get to go take the car in for an oil change today. Now this process shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes you say, but I’m going to the dealer because I was silly when I bought the car and paid for a maintenance package that covers all this type stuff for the first 50,000 miles. It’s convenient because I just run the car in, it’s prepaid and I get everything taken care of at once. The down side is, if I’m not there at 8am, I can end up sitting there until 11, depending on the day of the week. This in itself wouldn’t be that bad, but the dealer is in a small town near Atlanta and the last time I had to do this I got to watch the 700 club for the duration of my stay. I couldn’t even snicker because there were other people in the room that were nodding in agreement to what was being said. I don’t have an issue with religion most of time, I don’t talk to God, he doesn’t leave notes on my toast, it works out well.

I don’t even have issues with people who want to believe whatever they want, I just have an issue when I’m trapped in a space and there’s really not an option to go elsewhere. Hopefully I won’t do or say anything to get myself lynched today, I have a feeling that the Cthulhu fish on the back window of my car is gonna get some prayers said on my behalf regardless of what I do. Then again, I’m assuming that people in Conyers Georgia have read Lovecraft. (no I’m not giggling, really, it’s just something stuck in my throat)