The Well Site Generator Needs an Oil Change.
Today is the day that Cyril and I will do an oil change for the generator at the well site. We take his truck, because he enjoys driving.
The ten minute drive involves a discussion of where to buy used farm equipment, why Nickelback really does rock (and how could anyone hate those guys?), and various questions related to me living in the "big city" (Calgary). I watch the way his truck is doing 110 on our very sketchy, dusty gravel road. Cyril knows a lot about farming equipment, so he is probably a good driver, maybe. He's probably doing the same quick mental calculations before every corner that I am... except my brain comes up with a different answer. I am not a farmer like Cyril. I am from the big city.
I've always noticed that his truck has the overpowering stench of Axe, only now I really realize that it has to be some cheaper knock off that somehow smells worse than an actual Axe product. My god, it smells terrible in Cyril's truck. I feel bad for noticing it, and wonder if Cyril can somehow read my thoughts.
He looks over at me, then casually asks, "So which Nickelback song is your favourite?"
Uhh, the slutty witch lady one, of course. Cyril laughs because he thinks that I'm trying to be funny, which is ironic considering what he just asked.
We arrive at the well site safely, leaving a 3km cloud of dust that will probably cause some sort of horribly fatal accident, involving a tanker truck freshly loaded with oil from the slop tank, and a pickup truck. As I reach to the back seat of Cyril’s truck to grab a strap wrench to help pull the filters, I notice that Cyril has approximately 7 to 8 "Black Ice" car fresheners, hanging from back of his seat. I hold my breath, grab the strap wrench, and wonder who made the decision for ice to smell this terrible.