And welcome to it.
A real conversation that occurred last week:
S.O.-“There is something wrong with my car. I put it in drive but it’s hard to get it to move. I stopped when I heard this ggggg noise.”
Me- (thinking to myself-“Oh s**t” , a 1000 dollar repair bill is all I need!”) “Let me go look at it.”
About 10 minutes later I come back.
Me-“It works fine. Once I released the parking brake. You do know you had it on don’t you?”
S.O.- “How I am supposed to know that?”
Me-” Oh I don’t know. Like maybe because the handle was in the up position. And surely you must have noticed that big red light in the middle of dashboard, didn’t you? You know-the one that says “BRAKE ON!”
S.O.- ” I never look at those lights-How I am supposed to see that?”
Resist urge to smack said S.O. Proceed to refrigerator, open beer, finish 1/3 in one gulp. Thank God above she did not leave the parking space. Finish beer and go back to check tension on the brake cable.
True story.
I hate to chime in with one of those “Oh yeah? Well check this out!” anecdotes, but I figure this ought to amuse you slightly (if not sound eerily familiar).
My wife and I were driving around San Diego a few years ago when we had this conversation:
Wife: “Do they smash car there?”
Me: “Eh?”
Wife: “That building, do they smash car there?”
Me: “Uh, no. That’s a repair place, they fix cars there.”
Wife: “Then why call it ‘collision center’? Naaaande Americans make English so confusing? Mukatsuku.”
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