The Edge of Wetness.
This little valve, yesterday, was the bane of my existence, for a brief time.
The plastic broke, spraying two gallons of coolant all over the engine compartment. I managed to get it to a gas station where I replaced the whole assembly with a piece of pipe I had in the toolbox, and a couple of hose clamps, which I also had. A woman stopped and watched me wrenching, whistling and giggling to myself.
“You’re in a pretty good mood for someone broken down in a gas station” she said.
“I’ll have this fixed in a minute, I can walk in that door over there and buy new coolant, and I’ll still be home in time for the new episode of Top gear”
“You have a low threshold of fun”
“if I could get a blowjob right now, honey, I could levitate”
Tact has never been one of my fine points, but at least she laughed as she walked away.
Lol…. Yup.
LOL
I’ve known some women who’d have kicked your ass for that comment. I’ve known some others who’d have asked you to prove you’d levitate. The trick is recognizing which is which.
At least she laughed.
I agree with Mark on that as well.
Bet your heater warmed up tout suite!
@Mark, no asskicking was warranted. She did start the conversation, after all.
Tact is a four letter word.