So I’m sitting in my 2006 Tacoma pickup in front of one of those drive-through oil-change places, and this young man pokes his head in my window asking if I want the more expensive oil for older vehicles.
“Yeah, have you driven more than 75,000 miles”?
I glance at my odometer that registers just north of 240K.
“Does it really help?” I ask.
Which is what I said last month to my primary care doc when he suggested I cut out a few calories.
“Does it really help?”
Because I could use the extra $20 and, as a matter of fact, the extra patty on that cheeseburger.