That Pesky 'Oil Change Required' Light

Katiedid Langrock on

My phone was at 1 percent. I called one more time. He answered with the words "I'm on a work call. Can I call you ba--"

"This is an emergency!" I yelled, trying to get him out of autopilot mode.

"Oh," he said, shaken. It worked. I had his attention.

"My car died, and my phone is about to die. Pick up the kids, and call the rental to send a tow truck. I'm at the corner of--"


The phone died.

It took a while, but I flagged down a driver, who let me use his phone. He didn't speak English, and the phone was all in Spanish, but we figured it out.

Then I sat on the curb and waited for the tow truck. Hadn't I said that all I wanted was some quality time outside?

I'm pretty sure we shouldn't have ignored the oil light.


Katiedid Langrock is author of the book "Stop Farting in the Pyramids," available at Like Katiedid Langrock on Facebook, at To find out more about her and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate webpage at



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