I have lived on the Canary Islands for many years. In search of oil for my car, on a holiday day (car stores are closed) I rode 13 gas stations, but there was no 5w40 anywhere.
Last hope, I go to the gas station next to the Mercadona (a large, well-known supermarket in Spain).
There’s a group of men at the oil shelf, I bow down and see the 5w40!
I catch joy.
The men, judging me from head to foot, are sure I don’t understand them:
“Madame confused Mercadona and the gas station. Olive oil is not sold here.
“You look at the length of her nails, she’s confused with a beauty salon, she probably needs a liquid to remove the lacquer. ha ha ha ha
“No, look at the height of her heels, I’m sure that when she’s driving, she’ll wear home shoes. ha ha ha ha
The English woman?
No, the French woman.
I’m silent, pretending I don’t understand what they’re talking about. Very good mood, I finally found the oil I needed. The lamp needs to be poured out as soon as possible. I buy silently. I go out, drive the car into the shadow, open the hood and order coffee. Wait for the engine to cool. The men sit next to him and wait for the continuation. They got the phones to shoot a video of how the FIFA will look for where to pour oil...
It took 30 minutes, I opened the oil, made a spoon from a glass, poured. Closing the cap. I sit down and drive the car. Oil is OK! I breathe.
- Russian - the choir led me men.