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 | 	- An age-old tale. A girl walks into a mechanic shop looking to get her oil changed while she goes across the street to yoga. She comes back and is met with a mechanic who goes through a laundry list of suggested replacements, transmission flushes...blah blah. "I'll just stick with the oil change and consider the rest in the near future." Girl leaves and gets on Summerlin Parkway. Within a few miles, her engine sounds like a locomotive and starts steaming. Girl pulls to the side of the road, calls the mechanic shop and gets a guy to come to the rescue. "Follow me to the shop, and I'll take a look." The diagnosis is a cracked radiator. Funny. The radiator wasn't cracked when the girl arrived for her oil change. A cracked radiator isn't something that you can get by with - that just...slips through the cracks...(no pun...). Girl calls her father, also a mechanic, who is not only candid, but eloquent in speech. "I'll tell you what happened," he says, "some fat mechanic leaned their overweight belly against your plastic radiator and it cracked. Or clanked a tool against it because you're a girl who doesn't know anything about car repairs. Fill the radiator with water, crack the lid, and get the hell out of there to a new repair shop."
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