I was at the local Piggly Wiggly today to get some steak for my dinner this evening, when a stranger stopped me in the parking log and asked for help. She was driving an early 80's era VW rabbit, and she needed help putting oil in the engine. Since I'm a man I agreed to help this lady; she clearly needed someone to help her. I popped the hood with some difficulty and added a quart of oil. It's something that I would do for any woman; you wouldn't want them to miss and spill oil all over the engine.
However... while I was pouring the oil this lady volunteered that she was afraid to pour the oil due to her 'environmental illness'. Hello? CooKoo! I asked, "how did you get your environmental illness?', and her anwer was this: "I had a really bad fall off of a ladder," which wasn't the answer that I was expecting. I figured it would be from too much chemical exposure, or something, not a fall.
Anyway, I could tell that this lady was a little off, so I didn't push the matter. I didn't want to hear her life story, so I put the hood down and accepted her thanks and high-tailied it out of there.
However... while I was pouring the oil this lady volunteered that she was afraid to pour the oil due to her 'environmental illness'. Hello? CooKoo! I asked, "how did you get your environmental illness?', and her anwer was this: "I had a really bad fall off of a ladder," which wasn't the answer that I was expecting. I figured it would be from too much chemical exposure, or something, not a fall.
Anyway, I could tell that this lady was a little off, so I didn't push the matter. I didn't want to hear her life story, so I put the hood down and accepted her thanks and high-tailied it out of there.



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