Forgot to mention. We had a busy week that started on Father's Day. I had a group of youths from the country (11 total) staying with us to do a Mission Trip in an urban setting. My son (the one with autism who works at Walmart) had been asking me ever since he got the discount card what type of oil I needed for the Mercedes. Being that it has a 10,000 mile OCI, I kept telling him not to worry and I would let him know when it was do and I would reimburse him. Instead, he kept pestering me (apparently Mobil 1 0w40 in 5qt jugs is not always in stock). With a strong history of telling the kids the same thing (don't get me anything, just make good choices), Father's day rolls along with a bunch of brief phone calls since all the youth were there. Right in front of everyone, my son says, "Oh yeah, I got you something." Runs into the house and grabs a 5qt jug of 0w40 Mobil 1. I must say, I was shocked and amazed that he put that much time and thought into it. I still smile thinking of it. For all those [censored] ties and hokey cards, I loved my Mobil 1. I figure this story will only be appreciated here!
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