I Don't Wanna' Know How You Change A Tire.
I don't like to play the helpless little girl card. (Except with Jay, who knows it's a load of crap, anyway.) When it comes to cars, I may not be a mechanic, but I know the basics. You know, how to change oil, change a tire, do a tune-up, change a fan belt, etc. So it wasn't any big deal when Jay called me at work yesterday to ask me to check my oil before I headed home. Apparently, there was a big oil stain in the driveway. Yuck.
After I got done at work I went out to the parking lot and popped my hood. One of the guys I work with was also leaving at the same time, and when the hood went up, he beelined over.
Him: "Need some help?"
Me: "I'm just checking my oil. Thanks, but I've got it."
Him: "Oh, that's okay; I'll help!"
He pulls out a dipstick and tells me that it looks fine...
Me: "That's great, but I wanted to check my oil, not my transmission fluid."
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