Oil Cap

Today, after Brianna and I ran around Walmart looking for the perfect present for some birthdays, we headed over to the car dealership for a new oil cap. My dad had been in contact with a consultant that worked there and ordered a new oil cap a week ago. After driving around, completely lost, at the dealership we got out and walked toward a nice looking man. We asked him where Charlie was, the consultant my dad had talked to, and he led us to Charlie's office. Charlie was not there. Charlie was soon paged over the intercom and a few minutes later he met us in his office. Charlie proceeded to guilt trip me about not bringing my car in to be looked at earlier about bearings or something and then we walked over to the parked car to replace the oil cap. He assured me it would only take a minute. I popped the hood and Charlie unscrewed the old oil cap lid, remover the broken spring, and then tried to pull out the rest of the lid. A few attempts later a frustrated Charlie muttered something about a wrench and asked us to pull the car in closer to his office. Brianna and I hopped in and followed him over to the covered area. Armed with several tools, Charlie tried again to remove the rest of the oil cap, to no avail. He summoned a mechanic and another tool. This man was younger than Charlie (40s? late 30s?) and found the problem rather funny. The mechanic, Andy, attempted to pull it off with his bare hands, like Charlie had done first, and then resorted to tools when he couldn't pull it off. Charlie stalked away to find something, obviously upset neither of them could remove the dumb cap, and Andy continued to pull away. Charlie returned and stopped Andy from leaving by handing him another tool. I think this one was just a flat headed screw driver to pry the cap off. Another consultant was helping the car next to us and he joined in on the action along with a costumer in a black shirt who surveyed the scene for a moment before walking away. This whole time Brianna and I are cracking up. It was hilarious! Each man was so frustrated they couldn't pull off the stupid cap. The new consultant had tried with his bare hands and also failed. Andy realized how funny this looked and told Brianna and I it might take 15 men to pull this cap off. hahahaha! Well Charlie surrendered the screw driver to the new consultant and he finally yanked the cap off as Andy chanted his name. Success at last!

The crowd dispersed and Charlie showed us the how the old cap had something called an O-ring preventing them from gripping the base of the cap. I'm glad each of the men were so willing to help and they finally got rid of the old cap with team work! This wasn't the first time I've visited the dealership with my ghetto van, and I assume it won't be the last. Each one brings a new adventure and usually a few more columns to my van's life bar. ;)

Off to Newport Beach tomorrow with the fam. It should be a good time even though I'm sad I'll be missing the Batman midnight premiere. He's been my favorite superhero for as long as I can remember and Christian Bale plays him well. lol *proceeds to talk in scratchy Batman voice* Good night and try the chocolate dipped cone at McDonald's!