How to meet a Pep Boy

Just got back from the Pep Boys parking lot, where Marty called me to bring him some tools so he could put a new battery in his 1966 Dodge Monaco. He'd been out driving it around this afternoon, and finally it became clear the car needed a new battery. Luckily, he was in the Pep Boys parking lot when it happened.

So I drove over there with an adjustable wrench, a straight slotted screwdriver, and Marty's leatherman, and waited while he installed the new battery. It took him twice as long as it should have, because so many men kept coming up and striking up conversations with him. Everybody wants to know about the car and what Marty's doing with it.

I got to thinking about that, and realized that if anyone is interested in, you know, meeting a man, maybe they should get a classic car and take it around to auto supply places, raise the hood in the parking lot, and just rake 'em in.

I'm just sayin'.

When I was leaving (after the battery was installed), I saw a kid, a teenager I guess, wearing long baggy shorts and a Nelly bandaid. I cracked up laughing... luckily my windows were up because I was cackling stuff like "You big loser! What a tool!" Of course, it would be sad if he really had an injury on his face, wouldn't it?

I kinda doubt he did, though. The bandana tied around his head really gave it away. I think maybe he thought he was Justin Timberflake.

As for my face -- thanks for all the suggestions. I took an antihistimine and I do seem to be feeling better, although it still looks about the same. And sitting in the Pep Boys parking lot aggravated it a little bit, just the heat I guess. But I am hopin' it will clear up soon...