My car broke down on the way to the office today.
The “check guages” light came on, so I did. No oil pressure. I don’t know alot about cars, but I’ve been told that’s a bad thing. I limped into the next gas station, popped the hood and checked the oil. There wasn’t a drop on the dipstick. Turns out it was all on the ground under my car.
I went into the BP Handy Dandy, and called my mechanic from my cell. I got the answering machine so I left a detailed message explaining my problem with a plea to call me back asap. Just as I finished the message, I turned around and this old raggedy looking guy wearing a red and white stocking cap was staring at me (obviously listening to my call). I gave him a weak grin.
He grinned back and started to talk. I thought maybe this would be my lucky day - maybe he knew about cars and could give me a diagnosis.
“Sounds like you’re f***ed.”
Yep, that pretty much summed it up. Without another word, he turned and walked out the door. I watched through the window as he walked by the open hood of my car. He glanced at the engine, shook his head and then disappeared around the corner of the building.
He should write fortune cookies.
A guy named Dan from the garage called me back a few minutes later. He told me that I probably blew the high pressure oil line. Huh, I didn’t even know I had one of those. Evidently, it’s pretty common for my car. $40 later, and my car was towed away. I’m still waiting on the final diagnosis.
I love Mondays. How was yours?
Gee … that’s a shame Mr. Abomidable, but I’m if you love him, he will come back.
[insert Trigger Happy TV character here] Looks like you’re up ____ creek without a paddle
Was it the Blazer, Jeep or van? That stinks — having it towed
It was the Blazer.