Fandango’s Flashback Friday — November 20

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 20th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on this blog on November 20, 2017.

As Thick as Sludge

4BA0991F-43A1-4E32-B654-D79BC2499DBA“When was the last time you changed the oil?” my father, who was clearly pissed off, asked me. He was looking at my car’s dip stick.

“Change the oil?” I asked.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve never changed the oil since you bought this piece of shit car two years ago.” Then he thrust the dip stick toward me, like a fencer might thrust a sword toward his opponent. He ran his finger and thumb over the dipstick and held up his hand. “Look at this,” he yelled. “This is sludge. No wonder your car’s engine seized up.”

“No one told me that I needed to change the oil,” I said. “How am I supposed to know that if no one ever told me? And by ‘no one,’ I mean you, Dad.” I figured the best defense is a strong offense.

“Oh, so now it’s my fault,” he said, plunging the dip stick back into its sleeve in the car’s engine. “Didn’t you take auto mechanics in high school?”

“No, Dad,” I said. “I took wood shop. Don’t you remember that rad coffee table I made for your and Mom’s anniversary that year?” Next, I tried hard to lay a guilt trip on him. “Besides, you’re my father. Isn’t it your job to teach me these things?”

“You’re a smart kid,” he said. “You got early acceptance and a full-ride scholarship at State U. Your mother and I gave you the money to buy a used car so you’d have transportation up there and could drive home during school breaks.”

“Yeah, I know and I appreciate that, Dad,” I said. “But you should have told me that I needed to have my oil changed every so often.”

“As I said,” he responded. “You’re a smart kid. But being book-smart and street-smart are not the same thing. Unfortunately, I don’t think they offer a course in common sense up at State.”

“Chip off the old block, I guess,” I said sarcastically.

“Fine,” he said. “I was going to offer to pay for the repairs to your car. But now you’re on your own, son.”

“Wait, what?”

Now it was my father’s turn smile. “See, I told you, no common sense,” he said. “Sometimes you can be as thick as that sludge where your oil should be.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “sludge.”

22 thoughts on “Fandango’s Flashback Friday — November 20

    • Fandango November 20, 2020 / 3:01 pm

      I hope we will soon be rid of the sludge currently gumming up the Oval Office.

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  1. leigha66 November 25, 2020 / 11:28 pm

    Great flashback. Even I know to change the oil every so often, but then my car also tells me when it is time to change it.

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    • Fandango November 27, 2020 / 12:28 pm

      Welcome to Friday Flashback, Margaret.

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  2. Heyjude November 27, 2020 / 8:04 am

    This is so funny! Not so funny was that my low petrol light came on just as I arrived back home today. Sigh… next journey will have to be straight to a petrol station. (Thanks to Becky, Life of B for redirecting me here. A great idea and one I shall definitely look to do in the new year.)

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    • Fandango November 27, 2020 / 3:02 pm

      Welcome. I’m glad that you like the idea of the Flashback Friday and look forward to your posts in the new year!

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