A young woman drove into the garage where I had a part time job.
She told me this was her first car, and it was time for an oil change.
Wanting only the best for her prized possession, she'd brought her
own filter and oil.
When I crawled under the car, she watched my every move.
After the old oil was drained, she gave me the new filter, saying she had bought
the very best product for her car after overhearing a conversation
between her mother and a neighbor on the subject of oil.
With a confident smile, she handed me two cans of Pure Extra Virgin Olive Oil.
