Friendly Neighborhood Oil Man

My mom drove me home from school today. I've been saved from my brother!!! Anyway, we get home, and we can't pull in the driveway because the oil truck is there giving us oil so we'll be nice and warm for the rest of the winter. SCREW YOU WINTER!!!! I get out of the car and walk up the driveway, so I won't be stuck in the car for an extremely long time. I get up the driveway, and there's this guy, ya know pumping oil. And I must of looked scared or something because he was all "Just the friendly neighborhood oil man." Honestly I really don't care if he's pumping oil or whatever but it's cool with me. And now since I have like c8 times twenty (if you don't know what that means you need to be doin a lot more of iming) I'm leaving now.