On the way back from a family trip I called my mom in the car behind us and told her that her headlights looked dim and she probably needed her headlight fluid changed. I couldn't stop laughing when she actually stopped at the next gas station to ask them to "top it off".
all the first wife wanted was a karman ghia. Bought her a three year old one from a private party. Turned out to be the lemon from hell. One day I get a call at work, the damn thing won't start. I'm pulling doubles, so I don't have the time or inclination to **** with her car. I tell her to take it to the dealer and get it taken care of. I tell her it's her car, so quit bugging me and handle it. I get home about fouteen hours later and see a NEW ghia sitting in the driveway. I ***ume it's a loaner..... no, she'd taken care of the problem. She handled it to the tune of a new car with OUR money. I pulled another nine months of doubles, and weekends before I'd even look at the car. But I did have to admit she'd handled it, and I never had to hear about a break down again.
As I started the post, 'I find it humorous'. It's that old thing about communication. I did the ***ume thing - you know, don't ***ume because it makes an *** out of U and ME. I ***umed she knew what I meant; pick up a quart of oil and I'll top it off. She ***umed it was a quart low and dumped it in. Speaking of cooking, funny thing - if on rare occasion I tackle that, she won't touch it. Thank God for microwaves for men and Jiffy Lubes for women!
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