I experienced today one of the rare moments when I actually "need" a man. No, I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about car maintenance. I put antifreeze inside the part the where the oil goes. A lot of anitfreeze. I realized what I had done after looking at the little picture on the lid of the hole. I consulted my owner's manuel and a low and behold, mortification set in.
I've enlisted the help of no less than 7 men at work to solve this problem, including both staff and students. During period 5 today a senior, the marketing teacher, the audio/visual teacher, and the shop teacher will be flushing out my resevoir and changing my oil in the parking lot at school. Mitch (12th grade) is running home during 4th to get his oil pan and tools. There might be others, as this story has spread like wildfire through the high school community.
I have been given numerous pats on the back for realizing my error before starting my engine and destroying the Hyundai. It's been a good run 136,000 and 5.5 years. It almost came to an end today with my operator error.
I have made a resolution to not put fluid in my vehicle. I still don't actually know where the antifreeze goes. I do know now where the oil goes. And the washer fluid. But that's it.
I'm grateful for all of those who have rallied around me in this time of need. Where are the real men when you need them? High school. They are in high school.
