Don’t you hate to wait? I took my to get the oil changed a couple of weeks ago and there were three cars ahead of me. A man graciously opened my car door and escorted me to the “waiting room” like it was a 5-star resort, which it definitely was not. I sat there and waited and waited, constantly looking through the glass at the garage bays to monitor the progress. As I sat there I was thinking, “can’t they move any faster; there seems to be a lot of standing around doing nothing going on.” Then of course I realized that there was more to the story as there was someone under the car… (Read More)