The next day I'm up and at 'em early, breakfasting on Coca-Cola and pizza leftover in the freezer for God knows how long. I share the pizza with the dogs, who seem to like it better than their own food. All of us are nourished with tomato sauce and fortified with pepperoni. I send them out to the orchard and I hit the driveway.
Which is a new problem. To change the oil a flat place is required for the truck so that all the oil will run out. There is no flat space in the driveway. The driveway slopes gently this way and that, hardly noticeable until you need a flat spot. Even the street slopes. Not that this is the kind of neighborhood where you could even park on the street, much less crawl under your truck without bringing some security officers to politely tell you to move your butt. Or else.
The back patio is flat but the gate is only wide enough for people not for FOREST GREEN MAZDA B3000SEs.
I am not going back to the parts store to return the oil, filter, and oil changing kit. I sit there stumped. The only flat space in the whole area is the foyer inside the house behind the front double doors and I can't just drive in the house and change the oil.
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