This morning I took my car to my local Jiffy Lube facility. I left my house at 9:15 and returned at 11:15. Not really jiffy. This was my first time at a Jiffy Lube. When I arrived and parked I entered the ordering area. No one was in the office. The waiting room had 8 chairs and all but one was occupied by men. No women. All of the men were wearing very casual clothes, had cell phones in their hands and were playing games, not making calls. I couldn’t help but wonder, “Where were the women?” Out working? Cleaning house? Shopping? They would need cars for two of those activities. And what kind of jobs did these men have that they could take the morning off to get their cars worked on? Finally we were joined by a young couple. I couldn’t tell if they were married. They both played with the phones they each had and did not speak to one another. Fascinating.
I’m sure I was the oldest person there. Obvious ages of the others ranged from the mid twenties to probably late fifties. People left and others came so the waiting area was constantly filled.
After about an hour and a half of waiting, someone came over and took me to a computer where they entered my name and address into a charge form. Then I was told it wouldn’t be long. But it was. After about another half hour my car was brought up from where I had parked it and entered into a garage type of building. It was open on three sides so I was able to see my car. The attendant examined it and told me what I needed and what they didn’t do, such as add brake fluid, which my car needed, he said. I authorized all the necessary work and returned to the waiting area. The actual time for the work to be done was not very long. That was the “Jiffy”, I guess. I paid the bill, $68, and drove home.
Next time, I’ll find out when they open and get there before the crowds.