I’d been putting off changing the oil in my car for too long; it’d probably been nearly a year. Money’s been really tight. I’m alone in the Jiffy Lube waiting room on Clark road except the middle-aged guy sitting across from me who smiles politely. I catch his eyes catching a glimpse of my cleavage. Can’t blame him I guess. I’m 38, the girls are in fine shape, and I like to give them a little air now and again.
The attendant calls me to his desk with my filters in his hands; they are a mess. I need more work too and my budget is shot for sure now. I was expecting $70.00 or so and now I’m triple that. S***.
Crushed and nearly in tears, I step away as my seatmate is called up to pay his bill. He finishes and the attendant leaves. He turns to me and says “Show me your t*** for 5 seconds and I’ll pay your bill.”
I was initially aghast, but that passed in a fraction of a second. I was in the hallway, there is no one there but him and me. What if I do and he doesn’t keep his end of the deal? F*** it. I hooked my thumbs into my halter top, gave a yank, and the girls popped out like dogs on a run. As I counted to five, his eyes got bigger than the lump in his pants.
The attendant reappeared. “I’m paying the lady’s bill” he said and whipped out his charge card.
I smiled and left.