I went across the street and Jesse came back and (after a call to the owner) found the breaker that got the dryers working. All the while, there was a "conversation" going on between Jesse and the lady in the chair. He had to get things fixed, especially number 3, it was the hottest, she couldn't afford to put extra money in the dryer, maybe someone cut a wire while trying to steal money from a dryer. When he finally flipped the magic switch, half the dryers in the place started running. I'm guessing they were the ones that someone put a quarter in last night before deciding they weren't coming to life.

I tossed my clothes in a running dryer while the lady told Jesse about the neighbor who was filled with evil spirits. She'd sprinkled holy water on his door and placed a cross on her own door and could only hope that was enough. When Jesse left, the lady paused briefly and announced that she was almost out of breath. That did not, however, prevent her from telling me about her search for a CD with PacMan on it because she couldn't afford an X-Box 360. At some point I'd asked Jesse if I could get my money back. Yes, but not from him. He handled no money. I'd have to see Barbara across the street who would be there at 9:00. I'd gotten my clothes dry with just a couple of moves to dryers that ran for awhile when the door was shut and I'd had way more that a buck and a half's entertainment. I did not wait for Barbara.

Although I'd changed some of the oil one quart at a time, the Valiant was really overdue for a proper oil and filter change. The GPS turned up an Oil Can Henry's in Kingman, Arizona, and that's where I headed. The oil change went well but they spotted a gas leak at the fuel pump. The fitting seemed quite tight so maybe the new pump had gone bad, it or a fitting had cracked, or maybe the fitting wasn't as tight as it seemed. They suggested a mechanic up the street but he wasn't there and I decided to head on to Seligman where I had motel reservations. The leak did not just start when I pulled into Henry's and I figured ending the day's drive and cooling off made more sense than threshing around Kingman looking for a mechanic. I passed an O'Reily's Auto Parts Store and pulled in. To keep from looking too stupid, I bought a couple quarts of oil, which I knew I'd need eventually. Then I asked if by any chance they had a fuel pump for a 1963 Valiant. After a few taps on the keyboard I heard "Yes. $19.95." I may not have looked stupid but I'm sure I looked shocked as I made the purchase.