Years ago, my friend was appalled to learn that my husband did our oil changes. This was my friend who couldn't bring herself to make chocolate chip cookies because of the amount of sugar in the recipe-- a story I recently told here. Again, I think it was a cultural thing. She is extremely careful with money but there is no way she or her husband would change the car's oil. She plied me with oil change coupons, trying to persuade me that we really should pay to have it done. She felt bad for us. I've known her to do lots of other manual labor and even in her research lab some quite grotesque stuff, but changing the oil apparently would have been a deep insult to dignity.
Now, though, we have a neighborhood mechanic change the oil. It's just one of those little luxuries we've decided to pay for.
Now, though, we have a neighborhood mechanic change the oil. It's just one of those little luxuries we've decided to pay for.

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