Amazing feats of stupidity

Daisy's second oil change had been due for about two weeks when I pulled my car manual from the glove compartment. I rooted around for a while and found the paperwork from her first oil change. I called Braeger Ford and requested the service department. Chris signed my Chevy up for an oil change and tire rotation, then verified that I do not, in fact own a Chevy. I have never owned a Chevy. Chris then entered Daisy's information and set up my appointment for this morning at 9.

I woke up early and left home about 8:20. I drove straight out Burleigh to Highway 100 (108th Street for non-Milwaukeeans). I drove south on Highway 100 to Oklahoma and put on my blinker to pull into a Ford-Lincoln-Mercury dealer. I looked at the sign that said Gordie Boucher. I looked at the time: 9 on the dot.

I hopped on the freeway, got off at South 27th Street and turned south. The addresses went the wrong way. I pulled a u-turn and started heading in the correct direction. I saw the sign for Braeger Ford and pulled in at 9:20.

At least I didn't walk into any doors this time.