Have you ever gone to the mechanic and complained of “a clattery noise — you’ll notice it if you go through a drive-through — and there’s this other sound like ‘RRRRRR – rrrrrrr – RRRRRRR – rrrrrr?’”
After years of “Sure, Ma’am, we’ll check it out,” followed a few hours later by, “We couldn’t find anything, Ma’am,” the mechanics of the world have had their comeuppance and I have been vindicated and it is sweet.
“Clatter – RRRRRR – rrrrrrr – RRRRRRR – rrrrrr – clatter – here’s your Tall Four Equal Wet Cappucino, Ma’am – clatter,” means Mini owes you a new transmission.
Sweeeet.
The best thing was when Gary asked me when I’d be getting my new “tranny.”
I looked at him a moment. Then I looked some more.
He went with the preemptive move. He started stomping his foot and wailed, “and my biological clock is TICKING like THIS!” from My Cousin Vinny.
6 responses to “My Husband Gary”
But at least you are married, Mona Lisa.
Did you guys talk about positraction too?
Hey, we could all use a good tranny once in a while. They make life interesting.And I still think that’s Marisa Tomei’s best role EVAH.
OMG. Love you guys for this post. Meanwhile, my niece, the DAUGHTA OF MY SISTA, is gettin married…
That was the role of a lifetime for her, I’ve never loved her better in anything! I LOVE!!! it when I can best a mechanic, especially a dealer’s mechanic! They are soooo smug.
Friend #3 – But, think of it, married to Vinny. Tempestuous.Autumn – Yes! Because the defense’s case does not hold WATAH.jenny – Yes, but worth the Academy Award? Really?Velocibadgergirl – “You’re a deah…when allofasudden BAM!”Judith – I was distracted when he told me about the transmission, so I didn’t get the details, but I’m going to quiz him later. Somehow it’s their fault, that’s all i know and ever need to know.