|Mechanics are the new bartenders
||[Dec. 6th, 2006|11:26 pm]
I finally met my husband's mechanic today. It's not something we were planning for ages, or anything. It just happened that our car was looking unhealthy, so we drove it to the mechanic, and as we pulled up, it spluttered and made its last dying wish of... "A new battery please" and then went *clonk*..
So.. there we are.. I'm standing outside next to the car, wondering what the hell's going on, and so this tall gangly man with a cigarette hanging from between his lips, wearing a blue jumpsuit... with knee pads walks up and pops the hood open. He's checking the battery out, probing it, sticking gator clips on it, and then glances at the alternator he'd put in last week and saw a little bit of it had unplugged.. and he says, "Why's this unplugged?" Hubby and I say, "Dunno..." and he plugs it back in. At this point, el hubby goes inside to grab his keys back, and I turn to the mechanic and say, "Well, maybe this problem was just that simple hmm?" He turns to make, makes eye contact and gives me a blue eye stare, leans forward and says "It ain't never that simple." Then he turns away and prods the battery again.
So yeah.. you heard it from a pro.
It's a nice little life philosophy, "It ain't never that simple."