I don't know, it takes Domo gas

I had the pleasure of attending our local automotive store the other day with #1 son. He needed to get some spray paint for the sled and asked if I would take him. I was going to town anyway and thought "why not".

While driving there, I once again used this time to talk to him about stuff he needs to know in order to progress further in this thing called life. Well, actually, I was harping on him that he needed to get his resume written so I could type it up and he could start handing it out. Yes, he no longer has a job. Decided to quit without having something else to go to. Please tell me, who in their right mind does that, particularly when one is so fond of having a regular paycheque? I was not happy about this decision he made, but he was.... Don't worry, he's already had THAT lecture! And, according to him, he's been out asking for applications and all these places only take resumes. So write the damn thing up so I can type for you!!!

On the drive, in order to shut me up, he said that he's was going to get the Cav ready for winter and do this and do that and do the other thing. Okay, that's nice. Thank you for thinking of me and my winter road chariot I said.

We were in the store and he was wandering and meandering all around, picking up this and picking up that. I was getting frustrated because all I really wanted to do was go to town, pick up the groceries, a bottle of grape and get my ass back home. I had things that needed to be done and was getting rather impatient with him.

But nooo, he needed to see about "some stuff". Check this out, see about that. Finally (thank you powers that be!!), after following him around the store for about 45 minutes he indicated that he was ready to go and get the stuff that was needed for the "winterization" of my car.

First up was new wiper blades. "You won't believe the difference Mom, it'll be great."

Alrighty then, new wiper blades it was.

Then there was the oil for the oil change he was going to do. It was on sale, "niiice" said the boy.

"How's your power steering fluid?"

Taken by surprise, I reply "Huh?"

"Your power steering fluid? Does it need topping up?"

Okay, so here we go. I can see some serious "mess with my kid" time coming up, so I take it up a notch.

"Well, the steering wheel still turns, I guess it's okay."

"Brake fluid?"

"Huh?"

"How's your brake fluid?"

"The brakes still work, so I think I'm good."

"Antifreeze?"

"I don't know...it's not overheating, it's blowing warm air, I'm guessing it's good."

"Transmission fluid?"

"Uhmmmm, how do I know if that's low?"

"Mom, as a responsible driver it's up to you to make sure the car is road worthy and that the fluids are topped up so the car will run as efficiently as possible."

"Well, if you want to top up a fluid, I'm almost on empty.... want to put some gas in it for me?"

I think, that he thinks, he's getting my car! This sudden interest in my well being while being behind the wheel of what could quite possibly, one day, maybe, become his car is disguised as concern for me.

And the little bugger didn't even top up the most important fluid, the gas tank!