Errands Part 1: Pep Boys

Wait...how old did you say Rex and I are?  Twenty-three?  Oooooooh...  sorry, I must have misunderstood.  I thought we were three.

At least that's how we were acting in Pep Boys today.  Did you ever notice that auto parts shops never have anything fun to do?  You have to sit there forever waiting for your car to be worked on, and they offer no sort of entertainment.  I want to bring in a Nintendo and start charging people to use it.  This is how I will make my millions.  I would pay a lot for a little Super Mario when I'm bored out of my mind, wouldn't you?

No one caught onto the Nintendo idea yet, so Rex and I were left with nothing to do.  We wandered around the store looking at various tires, speakers, and other car things that I know nothing about, and then suddenly I saw them right in front of me:  a whole display of HOT WHEELS.

"Rex, pick your car," I commanded.  "We're Hot Wheels racing until our real car is ready."

We spent a fair amount of time picking out the perfect cars.  I finally chose mine, and Rex said, "Wow, the Aston Martin! Cool!"  Yeah...  I chose it because it was the only turquoise one and I thought it looked pretty, but don't tell Rex.  He thought I chose it for the speed and finesse associated with that type of luxury vehicle.  Um, okay.  He chose a lime colored car.  Chevelle, maybe?  If you're reading this blog to learn about cars, you've found the wrong site.  Move along.

So Rex and I went to the checkout counter and paid for our cars so we could rip them out of the packaging. Yay!  Before we started racing, I told Rex that he had to name his race car.  I named mine "Turbo Teal," which is an awesome name for a fast car.  Rex named his "Rocco," which sounds like the name of a fast chihuahua.  Take a look!

Rex and I found the most deserted aisles and raced our cars down them.  We tried to race them outside, but the sidewalk cracks kept stopping our races.  We raced the cars around the inside of full sized tires, which actually made a very nice race track.  We finally decided to continue with aisle racing (it was the easiest), but Rocco took a bad turn and ended up underneath one of the aisles!   Aaaaaaaah!  ROCCO! COME BACK!  Rex and I tried to retrieve Rocco, but it was no use.  Rex told me to hand him the hammer that was displayed in that aisle, because he was somehow going to use that to get his car back (don't ask me how; I'm not sure that I want to know).  Before he could use the hammer, one of the sales associates walked up to us and said, "Ummm...did you guys lose something?"  Only then did I realize how ridiculous we looked, lying on our stomachs and staring earnestly underneath a hammer display.

I tried (in vain) to rectify the situation:  "No, we didn't!  I mean, yes, we did lose something, but it's really no big deal.  We'll just be moving along..."  The sales associate looked confused.  "We can pull out the floor of the display for you...."  I tried to assure him that we were fine, but I guess he took the idea of "friendly service" pretty seriously.  WE REMOVED THE BOTTOM OF A STORE AISLE TO RETRIEVE A TOY CAR!  I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life.  Actually, that's a total lie.  I'm sure I have been.  But I will tell you - the rescue mission for Rocco was not one of my finest moments.  The Pep Boys employee gave us a strange look, as if to say, "Would you like to explain why there was a toy car under this aisle, and why we went through all of this trouble to retrieve it?"  But I just pretended like nothing was weird at all and said, "Come on, Rex, we'd better go," before sauntering back outside.

I am SO not going with him next time we need an oil change.