Welcome back to another edition of that series you can’t get enough of: why Bears’ fans are morons.
Today’s episode is titled "An Oily Mess"
Yesterday after work, I decided it was time for an oil change. Not being the most automotively intelligent person on the planet, and I was tired from work, I chose to take it to my local quick oil change establishment.
Admittedly, I have a Packers license plate holder and a “G” sticker on the dashboard. During the off season, I tend to take everything off the car except for these few items. My thinking is why bother with trying to antagonize during the summer, especially when all NFL teams are going through the same lockout right now.
Sounds logical, right? Wrong.
I waited for my car to be completed in the waiting area, flipping through Twitter (of course) and minding my own business. After 15, maybe 20 minutes, the employee let me know my car was ready. I paid for the oil change, and proceeded to walk to the car.
As I got closer to the car, I glanced behind me and noticed three of the employees standing around, looking at me. They all had the same stupid look on their face, and I knew they were guilty of something without knowing what it was yet. As I put the key in the door, one of them said, “You have a nice day…sir.”
Apparently the moron trio thought they would get away with whatever they had done.
As I looked in the car, I noticed the “G” sticker had been removed from it’s home on the dashboard, where it had lived for well over a year. Giggling like school girls, the three employees attempted to collect themselves while I searched for something to say to them.
Sometimes words are not necessary.
I started the car and lowered the back windows. Once lowered, I popped the trunk open with the lever next to the drivers side door. Making my way back to the trunk, I removed two items and proceeded to show the three idiots what I had found.
On the drivers side back door window, I proceeded to put the Packers NFC Champion car flag on display for all the world to see. Walking slowly to the passenger side back door, up went the Packers Super Bowl 45 Champions car flag. The employees just stood there, speechless.
I returned to the drivers side, opened the door, and rolled up the back windows. Before making my departure, I said in the most polite way I could “You have a great day” and drove home.
They will never learn.