Unfortunately when we arrived Mike was not there, but his replacement assured us it would take no longer than 1 1/2 hours.
At about 2:00, we left Stormy and walked to a little Greek place that we love, to have lunch and kill some time. After about an hour, we returned to the shop to learn that Stormy had not yet been touched.
G- Bill, I recognize and appreciate that you're doing us a favor by squeezing us in and changing the oil while we wait, but we must leave here no later than 3:30 to be back in San Francisco by 4:30. So if that cannot be accomplished, tell me now and I'll just forgo the oil change.
P- What did he say? Will it be finished in time? We have to go back to Coco's to drop off the stuff before we can meet the boys at the bar.
G- He assured me that it would be finished by 3:30. It does not take longer than 30 minutes to change the oil. We should be fine.
We pulled out our lawn chairs and looked through our stack of mail that we had picked up earlier. Our fatal mistake was to allow Mr. Slow Movin Fat Ass to start the oil change at 3:25.
P- (at 3:40) What the hell is he doing? We only need the oil changed. We don't need the engine rebuilt.
G- Son of a bitch! He moves slower than a turtle. If he doesn't move faster my head might explode!
P- I'm gonna kill him. Look at that dumb look on his face. I think he can't remember how to change the oil.
G- Son of a bitch! We are stupid! Why didn't we just leave? I can change oil faster than that. You think he's doing that on purpose?
P- No! It looks like he's finished but he just keeps walking around in circles. Wait........no, he's just pouring the new oil in.
G- Son of a bitch! If this bastard makes us miss kickoff, I'll come back here and choke him. Maybe he's a closeted Vikings fan and he's taunting us because he sees all of the Saints stuff on our car.
P- No! He's just a lard ass without a brain. Hello! It is now 4:00! You'd better do something.
G- What the hell do you want me to do?
P- Go tell Bill that if his guy doesn't have our car out of that bay in 5 minutes, I'm gonna go in there and get it.
Bill - I'm sorry. I have no idea what is taking him so long.
G- You could have twice as much business if you had a different guy changing the oil. Really. He should have been able to change two cars' oils in the time it has taken him to do just one.
P- (yelling to Mr. Slow Movin Fat Ass) Close the hood and back the car out or I'm coming in to get it!
Mr. Slow Moving Fat Ass - I just have to put the sticker on the window so you'll know when to get your next oil change.
P- We don't need a sticker!!! Back the car out now!!!! (Phyl went into the garage and started putting the lawn chairs in the back of Stormy.)
G- Son of a bitch! I'm having an aneurysm!!!!
FINALLY Mr. Slow Moving Fat Ass moved the car out and we jumped in and sped away.
P- I want to kill him!!
G- Well calm down and stop speeding so you don't kill us.
We made it to Coco's in record time. Phyl backed Stormy into the garage, opened the hatch and floored it. The stuff practically flew out of the hatch and onto the floor of the garage. Then she screeched onto Church Street on 2 wheels, headed to Lombard Street and the Black Magic Voo Doo Lounge. TICK! TICK! TICK! We made it there in record time and then had trouble finding a place to park.
P- Shut up and keep your eyes peeled for a place to park! If you die on me now, I'm leavin you in the car until after the game is over.
G- Not if we can't park this bitch you won't.
FINALLY we found a place to park. We arrived at the Voo Doo Lounge just minutes before kick off. As we entered, a light from heaven shined on a table in the corner where Rory, had arrived early and secured us a table and a long window ledge. Rory!!! Our hero!!!! Soon everyone had arrived and secured a cocktail. The game was awesome because the Saints beat the Vikings and everyone in the bar was clad in black & gold and knew all of the chants. During commercials, the bartenders played Saints songs. A good time was had by all!!! Except, of course, Brett Favre!
