My heart sank when the chap at the garage invited me over to the office to see the paperwork. He was very sweet, and started to go through the list of all the bits and pieces which needed to be addressed. He seemed really keen to explain it all. In detail.
After three items were mentioned, I decided that I could bear it no more. I had to stop him in mid flow. I'm female. And blonde. "Can it be fixed?"
The poor man looked at me as if I were mad. "Oh yes, of course we can fix it..."
Gentlemen, it is a car. A box on wheels. I need it to start, go forward (and back when provoked) and stop. I need to know where the petrol goes... and (I suppose) the oil and water. Anything else is superfluous...
And if you don't believe me, then allow me to explain the intricacies of shopping for clothes...
I find it helps to know what colour it is, otherwise it's tricky to find it in the carpark.
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Oh good grief, I hate shopping for clothes with a passion of a thousand fiery suns.
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Yes, voxinrama, but then you're just plain weird.
ReplyDeleteTo be fair, I also hate clothes' shopping... but I have my favourite systems for use when provoked...
I'm with Voxinrama here - I can't stand shopping of almost any kind apart from for books or rummaging through brocante shops (and particularly loathe shopping for clothes), but I do like to know how to fix my own car, fix a leaky tap, chop my own wood, etc. etc. etc...
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