blinker fluid, muffler cables, and drive shaft extenders

We had to go fix the car today. So it was that at 8:30 in the morning, I found myself standing in the arctic freezer of the great outdoors; shivering in sub-zero temps.

I know that dads like to bond with their offspring by working on cars together; but after standing by him doing absolutely nothing, I was shivering uncontrollably, and I decided that I was absolutely useless and sacrificed our bonding time for the relative warmth of the car, in typical girl fashion.

Despite the fact that if it was any colder, my father would have turned into a solid block of ice, he managed to discover that it was a leak in the radiator and not the head gasket as we had supposed.

While he is working, I"m talking on the phone, with staci, and she's trying to tell me she needs to add washer fluid to her car, but it comes out wrong:

"Josh needs to put some blinker fluid in my car,"

She starts to laugh at herself, and says something about yeah, and mabye some muffler cables too, hehehe.

So we get on the subject of the how some people don't know a thing about cars, and how some people have alot of fun with it. And it reminded me of a story my friend Steve told me once, about his uncle.

His uncle owns a garage, and one day an obnoxious guy (we'll call him Earl) that was really rude and annoying came in and demanded to get his car fixed as soon as possible. So his uncle looks at the car and a serious, concerned look comes over his face, and he starts shaking his head.

Earl gets a worried look as well and comes over, a frown on his face. "Well," he asks, "What is is?"

Steve's uncle, we'll call him Bubba, says, "Ohhhhhh, boy, you need alot of work here. We got a problem though. You need a drive shaft extender to get this here job done and we loanded ours out to the shop down the road. Why don't you run down there and see if they got it?"

So Earl drives on down the road, heading for the other shop. Bubba calls ahead, and tells them that he just sent the guy over there looking for a drive shaft extender. They laugh at him and when Earl shows up, they got a line for him too. They tell the guy that the tire shop across town broke their drive shaft extender and had to borrow the one Bubba loaned them. Why doesn't he try them?

They call that shop, and when Earl arrives, they feed him another line of bull. His brother in the next town (about 20 miles away) had borrowed it, and they knew that he would have it for sure.

Earl actaully goes there, to the shop. They haven't called ahead. HE walks in and says in his cocky, irritating manner that he wants to get that drive shaft extender that they got.

The mechanic looks at him for a long time and then says, "What in the @*#! is a drive shaft extender?!!!"

Red faced, Earl finally realized he'd ben had and showed up back at Bubba's shop, furious.

Bubba swore up and down that poor old Earl had heard wrong.

So if you need any drive shaft extenders or left handed screwdrivers, just call Bubba.