I changed my car’s turn signal.  That’s all this post is about.  But it’s a big deal.  Know why?  Because for somebody like me, who knows nothing about cars except where the gas goes, this was the equivalent of brain surgery. 

Now I don’t expect you to call me Mr. Mechanic or King of Autos or anything like that.  I’m still just regular old Brian, humble as ever.

Not sure why I found this funny, but this partially snowed-in car had its wiper blades sticking straight up - almost like its owner was going to start brushing it off, decided it was too much work, and walked away.

I don’t mean to brag, but I get really good gas mileage.

Ever pointed and laughed at one of those morons who drove away from a gas station with the pump still in the tank?  Ha!  Ha-ha!  Yeah, those people are freakin’ idiots!  Yep, you’d have to be a real dummy to…ehh…um.  Ok, listen.  I was singing along to a really good Shane and Shane song on my iPod, and I drove away without thinking about it.  Ok?  Back off.  Sue me. 

Actually, don’t sue me.  And for the record, I went in and talked to the manager and gave her my insurance info and blah blah yadda yadda.  The good news was there wasn’t any damage to my vehicle or the pump, although I did catch this on the news later that night: