This was a conversation with a kid who was not my own. He was a random little punk at the gas station. I had checked tire pressure on a tire that looked low and filled it with air. We were also out of washer fluid, so I popped the hood to ensure that it wasn’t frozen in the line. Upon discovering that the reservoir was empty, I went in to purchase some washer fluid.
At that time, said young punk was sitting by the window in the gas station. He said, “Oil change?”
“Me?” I said, thinking, this young boy didn’t just ask me if I was changing my oil in the gas station parking lot. Did he?
He affirmed he was speaking to me, at which point I corrected him saying, “No. Washer fluid.”
He further questioned me with, “In the winter?”
Ugh. Nothing makes me second guess myself like someone questioning my minuscule vehicular knowledge. Just five minutes before, checking and filling a tire, popping the hood and checking washer fluid, I had thought I was hot stuff. Seriously. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I had literally thought I am woman, hear me roar.
I left the gas station, tentatively filled the washer fluid (people do that in winter, right?) and left wondering which one of us was the idiot.