Scenario: A girl driving a blazer starts her truck only to hear 'tcktcktcktck' and see thick, ass-black soot just rolling out of her tailpipe. A pop of the hood, a peep at the dipstick and the diagnoses reads: There's no f*bleep*ing oil in her truck.
Two quarts and a funnel made out of a paper cup later, the truck is smoke-less and 'tck'less.
However.
Two overly helpful gentlemen don't seem to think Little Lady knows anything about what she's doing. Nevermind the State Troopers who politely offered assistance and left when they realized they were not needed.
"Darlin', you might want to call your daddy and ask him to come look at this."
"No sir, I think this is taken care of. I've been driving this vehicle a very long time, and I'm well aware of it's noises and functions. Thank you anyways."
Grated teeth and a fiercely arched eyebrow have no effect on Bubba and Randy Joe.
"Well listen, Little Lady. This here is a very complicated piece of machinery.. it's not your ipod or your makeup bag. This here's got movin' parts and stuff that can burn your little fingertips off. You ought to let us take a look."
Oh. Well, silly me!! How could I have forgotten? My X chromosome COMPLETELY prohibits all the logical and reasoning skills I'd gained in my twenty years.
I swear, the men in my life practically rotate my world for me. Without them, it would be daylight all year round!
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