I used to have this wicked old '88 Ranger 4x4 that I'd do pretty much all the work on myself. But one day I was a bit lazy and took it to a lube shop for an oil change. A few months later, when it was time to do it again, I crawled underneath, took out the oil pan bolt, and went to take off the oil filter. That GD thing was screwed on so tight I couldn't get it off. It was insane how tight the pricks had put it on.
I tried putting on leather gloves, to no avail. Didn't have an oil filter wrench and did not want to put the oil back in the engine to go to AV, so I stuck a screwdriver through it to use as leverage. All that did was tear up the damn thing and make it sharp.
I was out of control furious. I was already planning my visit to the lube shop to give them hell, but I needed to get the filter off to do that.
I started changing my oil at about 1 pm and I had been reefing on the filter for about an hour and still couldn't budge it. I started top question myself wondering if during any of those forehead-vein-popping reefing sessions I had been trying to turn it the wrong way and tightened it.
After awhile, I was so unbelievably pissed off, I knew I needed to calm dow before I started bashing things with a hammer or something, so I walked to the liquor store and bought a case of beer. Drank two of them on the way back to my parking lot, climed underneath and tried again. No luck.
So I crawled out, sat on my tailgate and drank another two. Tried again. No luck.
This went on until about 6pm until I had drank probably at least 10 beers. I crawled underneath again, swore at the filter for a bit and then started reefing again. Something went off in my brain and somehow, for one moment, I became stronger... It finally turned.
I finished the oil change, but was way too drunk to drive to the lube shop (which was probably closed by then anyway). In my life I have never ever been more pissed off at someone I didn't know.
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