In which I get an offer!
My brake light went on a couple of days ago. (Big, bright, RED light, right there on the dashboard: BRAKE.) After the light came on, the brakes seemed squishy, but I don’t know if the symptom was psychosomatic or not. (And if it was, I don’t know if I was imagining it or if the jeep was.) Suffice it to say, the sticker in the upper left-hand corner of my windshield proclaims that I was supposed to have gone in for service last March. Oops.
This afternoon I stopped at Mi-T-Mart and bought a container of DOT3 brake fluid. Out in the parking lot, I popped the hood and put the fluid in the jeep. Sheets and Bailey pulled up beside me, grinning and hollering, “Hey! You need a man to help you with that?”
“Why? Do you know were to find one?” I quipped.
Sheets laughed and said, “I met one once, in a place one time!”
“Are you sure it was a man? Did you check?”
“Naw,” he said. “I used to check ’em all, but it just gets so time consuming.”
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So, did the BRAKE light turn off? I bet it did, because you’re crafty like that.
Yuh-huh you know it did, Daddy-o! -m
OMG! That is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day!
I know, right? Aren’t straight boys cute?! -m
Boys are nasty. That’s why I like them.
Heh. -m