Lord knows I’ve had my battles with quick-oil-change joints in the past. Now, here’s a big hug and kiss …
I rolled into the Instant Oil Change place on Kalamazoo Street one day this week, knowing that my 2000 Ford Explorer, in addition to needing an oil change, had two deficiencies in the illumination department — my high beams, which are a necessity on the deer-infested roads I drive.
Since a light-check is part of the oil-change deal, I thought that if my problem was burned-out bulbs, I’d get them replaced. Alas, that was not to be. The crew ruled out a bulb problem.
However, one of the guys wasn’t willing to quit there.
A bad fuse?
It seemed unlikely. Nonetheless, the guy opened the fuse panel and actually consulted the owner’s manual, which, miraculously enough, was in my glove box.
He pulled out the appropriate fuse, saw it was fried, and popped in the spare tucked into the inside of the panel.
Bingo! High beam operational.
I slipped the guy a 10-spot. Well-earned.
