Sagllie Cripten is dead

A few months ago I took my little blue Saturn in for an oil change. Previously I had gone to Mr. Lube paying over $60 for an oil change by boys named Blaze. Really? Blaze? I was tired of not only being called Ma'am but of constantly being up sold every 30 seconds plus over paying for a simple oil change. One night on my drive home, in the words of Ace of Base, I saw the sign. Meineke oil changes starting at $19.99. What a deal! Done! It was time for the next oil change and I called eagerly to book Margie in for her maintenance. Yes my car has a name.

The lady on the phone was very pleasant as I give my phone number, spell out my name and make my appointment. Let me re-iterate, I spell out my name letter by letter. I take Margie in first thing in the morning but the woman at the desk cannot find my name, I am still 98% certain it was the same woman I spelled my name out for on the phone the afternoon previously. I tell her it is the Saturn and that clears up the situation. She asks my name again and I again SPELL IT OUT.

This what I always imagined Sagllie to look like

I begin my trek to work and get a phone call later in the morning that Margie is ready to be picked up. I trek back after work, pay, take possession of my key, receive my receipt and am on my merry way. Later that evening I was enjoying some quality friend and Shellie time when friend noticed the name on the receipt: Sagllie Cripten. I cannot even described the amount and pitches of laughter that ensued. Sagllie Cripten, well it is close enough I guess but I spelled it out twice! This was the birth of Sagllie Cripten.

It was time for another oil change and I made another appointment, however, this time they only asked for my phone number so I could not correct my name. I went to visit my mother and decided to drop Margie off on my way home. I always have a pad of paper in my car and decided to leave a note with my key. "My name in your computer is Sagllie Cripten. I am not entirely sure how but my name is actually Shellie xxxx". I thought nothing of it other than whoever read it would get a good chuckle first thing in the morning.

I trek to work and trek back at the end of the day. I walk in and warmly greet a new woman at the front who was not the same as last time.

Shellie Moment: I let her know I was the proud owner of the little blue Saturn and after giving me crap about waiting 3,000 km to bring it in for an oil change she began to chuckle a little. I immediately knew that she had read the note. We talked about Sagllie for a moment when another staff member came round and asked if I was Sagllie. "I sure am" was my response. We all began to laugh. What gets even better is the third staff member that was there heard all this laughing and came to join us and there was no need to explain the situation. Apparently my note had made the rounds.

But it is with sadness and regret I inform my close friends and readers of this fine article that Sagllie Cripten is dead. She will always be remembered fondly.