Form of: Mechanic!
I changed my own headlight bulbs after work today. I washed my hands and I still have grime in my knuckle creases and a scrape on my forearm. Question: How do those big man-handed, Popeye-forearmed mechanics do anything under that hood? I have rather long, relatively slender hands and there was not an inch to spare. Either way, the endeavor went well. When everything was screwed back shut, plugged in, and closed up, I hopped into my car and did the head slightly turned, one-eye squinted semi-cringe and chanted "pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework" as I turned the headlight knob. TaDaaa! Two low beams reflected on the wall in front of me. A flick of the lever and TaDaaa! Two high beams lit up the parking garage.
I am independent woman. Hear me roar.
Also, I was at the bank yesterday setting up a savings account. This is the first one I've had since I was about 14. I'm pretty excited to start saving and whatnot. Anyway, the woman who helped me set up the account was from probably Russia or someplace - had a very thick accent. About halfway through getting my account up and running, she gave me the stare down and said "you're not from here, are you?" I said, "well, no..." She continued, "where are you from?" I said, "well, I mostly grew up in Nebraska." She basically shouted, "I KNEW IT! I knew it. I knew you were from Nebraska." I started wracking my brain trying to figure out what personality quirk or wardrobe choice or non-accented word had given away my Midwest affiliation. After her self-congratulatory laughter had subsided, she explained, "I just knew you were from Nebraska. Everyone I've met from Nebraska is just so nice." Awww. Well thanks. :-)
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Wait a minute...Didn't they already do this one? Cuz I think I've heard it before!
Yeah reading that whole blog is like deja vu. Which, of course, is a glitch in the matrix. It means they changed something! baaaaAAAAAA! (you know, tense movie music)
oh and before i forget:
I think I would be a sh**ty auto mechanic. Somebody brings their car in and says "my car won't start." "Well maybe there's a killer after you." I can't fix cars. If a car breaks down and the gas tank does not say "E," i'm F*CKED. If the gas tank does say "E," I get all cocky. I'm like, "it's alright I got this one. Let me pull out my toolbox, a.k.a. 'wallet.'"
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Good on you, that's awesome! PS your shoe post inspired me to get my shoes out of my front room too...haha! Although I admittedly have no cute shoes from the Netherlands. Dammit. ;)
You go girl! (you've never said that before in your life, have you?)
:) You ARE nice.
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