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My favorite from last weekend. Last Saturday morning I ask my wife if she wants to get started helping me take down the outside christmas lights. She says no she wants to get some other things done and we can do it later. I say ok and go down to the garage to start ripping out the front suspension on the 911. Around 1:30 she comes into the garage. I am under the car, legs just sticking out the front cursing at whomever was the idiot that put blue locktite on the front torsion bar adjustment bolts when I hear her say "You ready to get started on the lights?" To which I diplomatically reply: "Does it @%*#^$% look like I am ready?" The air took on a noticable chill.
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Kurt V
No more Porsches, but a revolving number of motorcycles.
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