Thursday, April 27, 2006
I am apparently existing awash in a sea of sexual inuendo.
It was time to take my zoomzoom car in for service, where the special mechanics (wearing pristine white gloves) lovingly change the oil, rotate the tires, worship at the trunk emblem. That sort of thing.
Now, I have friends who say I take my car in for service at least three times a year just so someone will wash it for me. That is true.
Aaaaaaanyway. The guy calls me to tell me the car is ready. I've known these guys for a few years, and they're just nice, normal guys. So he starts to tell me everything they did and the brakes are fine, the belts, etc. are in good shape.
Then I say, "What about the squeek in the driver's side window?", and Carlos says, "Yeah I lubed your track."
We both sit there silent for a second.
Then I say, "Carlos, that somehow just doesn't sound right."
He says, "Uh, yeah, Carol, I know."
So I say, giggling, "OK. So how about the click in the gearshifter?"
AND HE SAYS: "Yeah, I hardened up the stick so it slides smooth now."
And two seconds later, we're both dying laughing. I hear him saying "Carol, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me."
And I'm saying "Carlos, Carlos, Carlos just let me come get my car."
And he's saying "I REALLY wish you would."
zoomzoomzoom
It was time to take my zoomzoom car in for service, where the special mechanics (wearing pristine white gloves) lovingly change the oil, rotate the tires, worship at the trunk emblem. That sort of thing.
Now, I have friends who say I take my car in for service at least three times a year just so someone will wash it for me. That is true.
Aaaaaaanyway. The guy calls me to tell me the car is ready. I've known these guys for a few years, and they're just nice, normal guys. So he starts to tell me everything they did and the brakes are fine, the belts, etc. are in good shape.
Then I say, "What about the squeek in the driver's side window?", and Carlos says, "Yeah I lubed your track."
We both sit there silent for a second.
Then I say, "Carlos, that somehow just doesn't sound right."
He says, "Uh, yeah, Carol, I know."
So I say, giggling, "OK. So how about the click in the gearshifter?"
AND HE SAYS: "Yeah, I hardened up the stick so it slides smooth now."
And two seconds later, we're both dying laughing. I hear him saying "Carol, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me."
And I'm saying "Carlos, Carlos, Carlos just let me come get my car."
And he's saying "I REALLY wish you would."
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Labels: miata, personal urban drama
# posted by Carol : 2:49 PM
