Being a hero, oh

Our second car had a blown out headlight the other day. I, doing the responsible and mature thing, went out the next day to get a new headlight from Walmart. In Walmart, a plethora of headlights were available from standard bulbs to super-duper, barely street legal, ultra bright yet seemingly blueish bulbs. Being that the price difference between a standard bulb at 5.50 a piece, was much cheaper than the high end shinier packaged bulb at 30 some odd dollars, I went with the cheaper bulb. My reasoning is that if it wasn't ample enough as measured in lumens, they wouldn't sell it. Of course this may be trusting a huge monster of a retail organization to do the right thing for the very same people that make it a huge monster of a retail organization. Anyhow, I got the cheaper bulb.

Installing a headlight bulb is very simple, as long as you have small hands. Aiming a headlight is a totally different story, but is easy in itself as well. Case in point, I opted to install the new bulbs, yes I bought two. I figured that I might as well replace both, so I don't have one of those cock-eyed cars with a super bright right headlight and a dim, crappy, brown looking left headlight. As some of you may know, I now have long hair, shoulder length, with a bit of a wave to it, to be more descriptive. I figured that if I was going to be reaching into the engine to be able to access the bulb holding apparatus and extremely tightly placed retaining clip, I should probably tie my hair back so that I don't get any hair in my eyes.

The areas of skull hair that reside towards the front of my head are not as lengthy as the hair on the sides and back of my head. Whenever I put my hair in a ponytail, the front hairs do a little prison break from the ponytail band and dangle freely in the front of my face as I lean forward. This, of course, happened while I was reaching into the engine, leaned forward, with my face parallel to the Walmart parking lot ground, as I was trying to reach a retaining clip. This madness ensued for about 5 minutes until I heard footsteps walking toward me in a delicate, yet confident demeanor. I could tell that the person walking toward me was wearing boots and was on a vector heading directly towards my bent over head, from the opposite side of the hood of the car.

"Excuse me, MA'AM. Do you have a tow truck coming? Do you need any help?"

Yes, some man had just walked up to me as I was bent over, leaning into the engine of a car, trying to reach my hands through a tight space to reach a FREAKING RETAINER CLIP so I could change a simple headlight bulb and called me MA'AM.....

I looked up in dismay and the first reaction the man gave me was sheer horror as I said, "naw, I'm good, thanks though.."

The man stammered a bit then said, plain as day with a solemn poker face, "oh." Then turned around, walked away and headed for his car.

I pondered deeply for about five seconds and peeked around the cover of the engine hood to catch another glimpse of the ego destroyer. He was pretty close to who I would assume was his wife, as he made a gesture towards her then nodded so subtly. The wife then reacted to his motions with laughter and general entertained bodily movements which included thigh slaps and pointing.

I replaced both bulbs within two minutes after that.