We’re on our way to Sunken Lake, stopped at yet another police checkpoint, waiting for Krishna to finish the routine “negotiations.”
See, Pick ’n Pay sells cheap bags of a dozen small green apples, which we always stock-up on before a long road trip. It's hot outside, it's hot in the car, but the apples are crisp and refreshing, and we’re popping them one by one.
“Do you think these taste oily?” I ask, offhandedly.
“Hm, yeah they do, it might be rubbing off from the roadside samosas.” Mike replies.
“Yeah they were really oily," Clayton adds.
Munch, munch, munch.
“Wait guys — this is really oily," I say again. "It’s not...hey, Clayton can you check the engine oil bottle behind my seat?”
As the words spill out of my mouth, Clayton sees a big yellow drop of engine grease plummet from the loose cap into an open bag of crunchy green apples.
Bam! We are out of the car, grab the water in the trunk, and drench our faces, madly googling “side effects of drinking engine oil,” and "how to concoct a road-side antidote," and, of course, laughing hysterically because what else do we possibly do after gorging on engine fluids, miles from any town.
As it turns out, small doses of engine oil are non-lethal. Just a little grease for the muscles. You want real trouble, drink some coolant.