I got my under carriage oiled, twice! On my vehicles. Let's keep this clean! The boy and I were sent out by the dad about the house to get the vehicles ready for old man winter and salty roads. It was not high on my list of exciting things to do, but after I left this place of under oiling, there was a story to be had. 

     I really wasn't sure what I was getting into. From the appearance on the outside. it looked like a normal building, it had that barn, drive shed, garage, look. Not unpleasing, it didn't make me want to drive away. Once I unloaded the boy out of his car seat and walked into the makeshift office/lobby/waiting room, I was pleasantly surprised. 

     I had step back into time and it was AWESOME! In one corner of the room was a big veneer bookcase, loaded with books, with a sign, that said: "Need a book, take a book." I looked at the books, not recent reads, which was fine,  but all coated with a bit of an oily film! Books are combustable to begin with, but even more combustable when coated with oil. High risk reading! No smoking near the book you are reading! 

     Then there was a lovely living room, with a toy area for kids. Two recliners flanked the coffee table that was loaded down with trash. That's right, TRASH reading! You had your People, Hello, Flare, Sports Illustrated, and the list could go on. I didn't have the time to sift through it all like I wanted to. I chose the comfy burnt orange recliner to set myself down into, trying really hard not to touch it too much, once again, a black oily film coated my chair, and the dark brown recliner that was beside me. And I was okay with it, after all, I am at get your vehicle under oiled place. Oh, and the TV! And free WI FI! I was beside myself with joy! I didn't know what to do first, read a somewhat current trash rag, watch TV or surf the net on my Ipod. I was only going to be there for 40 minutes or less, so I had to make the most of my time. A little reading, watch a bit of TV, check Facebook. I did it all! 

     And where was the boy all this time? In the toy area! Happily playing with oily toys, grimy stuffed animals, blacken trucks, and dusty books. He was in boy heaven! I only stopped his fun once. He was lying down on the area rug, which I think at one time, it might have been a brightly coloured rug. Not anymore. It was beyond a soiled rug. I understood that, I was at a spray my vehicle with PAM place, but I couldn't have my kid rolling around on a who knows what has been trasped upon rug. He could play with the dirty toys, but head on rug, face on rug, had to stop. 

      And then it happened! It's like the boy gets stressed out about being in new place and feels the need to crap his pants. He always does this to me, so I'm always prepared. But not prepared to change a bum in this place. If a place was super dirty, and I had this job to do, I would leave and use my vehicle as a changing station. But I didn't have my vehicle, my vehicle was up on a hoist, and I wasn't sure for how much longer. 

     I really wished at that point, that I had a sheet, a huge garbage bag, a hazmat suit, anything to lay down on that area rug. I had nothing but my coat. In my head I was thinking, "Just do it fast, if I go quickly, and no goofing, no skin should have to touch this floor." The boy was thinking, "If I wiggle, and twist and turn, and arch, and carrying on, I'll get to stay on this wonderful oh, so dirty carpet of flith!" Since I was busy, trying to pin down a wiggling body and just get his diaper on, it was then, it appeared out of nowhere. 

     A MOUSE?! There it was, by the boy's head, a baby mouse. Big enough to wander around, but small enough not to be afraid. It took its jolly old time wandering away from us, stopped had a look around, scratched his face and scampered to the other side of the rug. By this time, I had the boy's bum changed and the boy was walking after the mouse with his Shrek like hands out streched, "Oh a baby mouse. So, cute." And I was more like the freak out mom. "Ah! A mouse! How about we don't pet the mouse."

     Then my hero arrived. The owner of the get your vechicle undercoated with oil with shake and bake on the side, scooped up the baby mouse in his hand, and said in his deep gravely voice, "This mouse?"  He opened the door and tossed it outside. 

     About 5 minutes later, my vehicle was ready to go. I was looking forwarded to my next visit, with the second vehicle the next day. I was already lining up my magazines for my light reading, eyeing up my cozy, yet oiled soaked orange recliner (also highly flammable) My only regret was that I didn't bring a coffee in with me and a couple of cookies. It was just a great, dirty, oily smelly waiting room.

     I told my hero, that I would be back the next day with gold vehicle. He said that he hoped that my next visit would be mouse free. I told him I hope so too. 

From the 4th line

Arlene