Oil change, smoil change!

Amy had expected for the guy to say he had just gotten there, or that he’d been there for a while and expected to leave within the hour. The sooner they were done his car the sooner they would start hers, or at least that was what she assumed would happen. When he said he was there for an hour and would likely be there for another two of three, she gasped. ”You’re joking!” she accused, and exhaled. ”Aw man! That’s a bummer.”

She stretched her legs slightly, not noticing his awkwardness. Amy had always been a huge social butterfly, able to talk to nearly anyone with ease. ”Me, I’m here for an oil change. I’ve been putting off coming down her out of protect, but I had to do it before too long. I always hate coming to the mechanics, it always takes so long! How about you? If you’re going to be here for so long, is something up?”

Amy winced in sympathy. Rear-ended at the stoplight? That sucked. She was surprised he said he could do it himself, though. ”You a mechanic? That’s pretty handy. But when you want to be lazy you can always have someone else do it!” she wondered if he didn’t have a garage or something to work at. ”Maybe you could work here and then fix your car every time you need to. Though, I guess you would hope you rarely need to fix your car, huh?”

They could put hers aside! Amy shrugged. ”Well it would be neat if they did, but I don’t really care! I’ve got zero plans today except doing homework, which I am putting off until the last second. So the longer they take the happier I’ll be.” She gave him a smile. ”Are you a regular here?”

”Oh, ouch. I’ve been there.” Amy said, shivering in sympathy. ”So I guess you’d be stuck finding a different mechanics place to work at if you kept up with the theme of working at a place.” She shrugged. ”at least they let you go out back. Usually if I run into an ex somewhere I have to duck under a table so they don’t see me!”

She patted her backpack slightly, jangling the little pins lining it. ”Metric College. I’m a photo student, and all this literature homework is like, what? I don’t care about that stuff! Hell, even my homework for my photo classes is a pain.” she sighed. ”Are you a student too?”

Amy’s brow rose in interest when he labeled these people as ex somethings. Girlfriends? Boyfriends? Friends? Family members? Avoiding them must have been hard, especially if he needed an in with the owner to get a route in place. ”Your ex whatevers all hang out in a group trying to track you down? Dang! You must be quite the stud,” She said, shooting him a peaceful smile.

This guy went to Metric too, and Amy was surprised, but not that shocked. ”Damn! It’s like everywhere I go I bump into somebody from there.” She said. ”Homework sucks. I spent enough time at school during the day, why do I need to do excess work in my free time?” She shook her head at the injustice.

He seemed interested in her pins, and Amy brightened, showing them off. A few of them were of some anime characters, most of them were Kesha inspired, and some had quotes. ”I mostly get them when I’m going to festivals or events and see them. I got these two anime ones at GameCon – I don’t watch anime myself. And these ones are Kesha, AKA my wife, right here,” She showed off the glittery ones. ”And the rest of ‘em are inspirational quotes and shit like that.”