Did I miss part of a conversation, or does this post win non-sequitur of the week? 
Welcome, **Bpelta **- that’s quite an opening comment.
Rosie, I DO assert myself. I worked at a dealership for 14 years so I know how to properly treat women and expect to be treated that way. But finding that sort of treatment is unfortunately rare. Heck, even when I worked there the guys at the Chevy franchise dismissed some of my problems with my S10 as ‘operator error’ and then had to cover them after the vehicle was out of warranty because (surprise!) they were valid concerns.
I’m with FCM. Going to somewhere like Midas just seems like asking for trouble to me. Local guys who don’t have set ‘corporate pricing’ and such are much more likely to give you a better deal. If after calling around, I find Midas has the best deal, I will go there, but I’d be surprised if that was the case.
It’s kind of funny when you considerthis…
Doing a slow steam-down. One of my less than lovely neighbors (there really aren’t many) decided to smart-off while cutting through my yard; I was sitting in my dining room at the time. I don’t mind a little lip now and then but when you invited yourself onto my property? Then the young human decides to come back and play games by ringing the doorbell and then hiding behind the hedge - to ask to borrow some yard tools off me. I exploded quietly but in fairly terse terms. How did the boy manage to survive for 23 years on that level of dumb?
Tomorrow when I’m happy again I’ll talk to the young man; tonight I think I’d more likely just throttle him.
PS – local shops and businesses; always. And a Mom-n-Pop over just a Pop or Mom if possible. Yeah, sometimes it costs me maybe 10% more than a box shop but whatever good or service I get always seems to last longer. So I figure that’s best overall. Think global but buy local when you can.
DON’T DO THAT!!! Swampy hasn’t named you or anything yet - and I need the distraction! 
This thread has obviously gone to other places, but to respond to the OP…
My refrigerator is a bizarre and captivating theatre of foods left untended. Between forgetfulness, power outages, and other random happenstance, asking me if I’ve got weird things in my fridge is akin to asking someone who has fallen into a live volcano whether they feel a warm draft.
But some people mentioned pickles, and this is why I am responding. In theory, it seems that pickles should be impervious to any sort of corrupting influence. But, this jar of half-sours has been mocking me for weeks (months?), and I would love to know my chances of survival should I decide to put them out of their misery…
it obviously responds to the thread title
Shhhhhh - don’t tell FCM - its all part of a government plot to confuse her. 
(lets face it ------ its not all that often that we still have people responding to the OP by page 6. Not that thats a bad thing or anything)
Please insert “not so” in front of the word obviously.
Quite right.
Ok, I’m giving up and going to bed. I tried to order new checks for an account which all I have are starter checks that are laying around here* somewhere*. And now it wants to know the “Fraction Number”? I’ve never heard of that one before and I can’t just wing it with my account information. :dubious:
don’t forget to provide the link for us lazy folks!
It’s ALIVE!!!
Pool sloth was a little short, due to thunderstorms. There wasstill food and drink inside.