uhh...well...

just the other day, low unknowingly on fuel, me and sister c found need to stop in medford for a boost of it.

we stopped at the nearest gas station, swerved up, and parked ourselves alongside a dispenser. the man came up, asked us what we would like...etc.. and then he mentioned the universal: "would you like me to check your oil?"

a question that we usually respond "no" to. but sister c, letting the winds of spontaneity carry her replied "sure." i turned to her with a slightly startled expression on my face. "uh," i said, "we're in a hurry! why'd you do that for?"

"i don't know," she said. "it just sort of slipped out." i growled in annoyance.

the man swept by and told us to go ahead and pop the hood. moments later, sister c turns to me and whispers "where do we pop the hood?" me, thinking i know everything, replied that it was where the gas cap lever was. but no...

"that's for the trunk," she said. a slight frantic bulging of the eyes accompanying this statement.

"oh, well you're going to have to tell him to skip it today."

she shrunk in her seat as he came back around.

"actually, you don't need to check the oil. i, well, i don't know how to pop my hood."

he looked at us then turned his back to finish our fuel transaction. i thought maybe he hadn't heard her. slowly he turned around looked at us again, and pointed at an area slightly lower and to the left of the steering wheel.

"there." he said.

"oh. well i'm sure our dad checks it for us."

he handed over the receipt.

"well, thankyou!" sister c brightly shouted. as she zoomed full throttle out of the parking lot.

"'i don't know how to pop my hood.'" i quoted thoughtfully. "you know, that could be taken the wrong way."