Harry's car told on me.
It -get this - e-mailed him.
Apparently I had let the oil life get down to 18%.
Well, c'mon! I'm a GIRL! I don't think about those things! I'm the same chick who didn't realize her inspection sticker had run out - three months too late!
So now I'm worried that if I accidentally run up on a curb/pothole/parked car/pedestrian that Harry will get an Onstar e-mail with the subject line: "Subj: GET THIS CRAZY ASS FEMALE DRIVER OUT FROM BEHIND THE WHEEL! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAN !!!"