Dear Crabby, Do You Fix Your Own Cars?

Dear Crabby,

I am not at all good at fixing cars, but my girlfriend expects me to fix her car whenever it needs it. What should I do? Did you ever fix your cars?

Sincerely,  Freddy Fixitnot

Dear Mr. Fixitnot,

I remember being in the youthful state-of-mind where I wanted a woman to think the world of me.  I was about 17 years old when my sweetheart got a flat tire and asked me to come over and fix it.  I of course told her it would be no problem and that I would prefer that she drive my car for the day while I really check her car over for other issues as well.  I was really just buying time; I had no clue which direction to even turn the lug nuts on that silly car.  I waited until after she drove off in my car, and then called my buddy over to change the tire.  He took care of the whole thing; I didn’t even watch.  Afterwards, I wiped down the dashboard and oiled some sort of moving thingy to really impress her.  When she returned, I showed her the newly-repaired vehicle and was she was impressed!  Unfortunately – for her and me both – the car turned out to be a lemon, so this kind of thing went on for months until one fateful spring day.  We were on our way home from a movie and saw that a young family was broken down on the side of the road.  My sweetheart made me stop to ask if they needed anything.  The woman said that her husband didn’t know how to change the tire, so they were stuck there until someone came to help.  Wouldn’t you know it?  My girl volunteered me for the job!  I was really stuck then. I got out and walked over to the rear and the other fella and I just stared at the flat tire.  Neither of us knew where the tools were or how to even get started on this project.  Now, let me remind you, this was way back before AAA and cell phones!  After a long while, our ladies came back to see how we were doing.  I had no option but to come clean.  As I started to speak , a biker rode up and volunteered to change it for us.  So, I let him at it, and it was fixed in no time.  I offered to give the guy a few bucks, but he refused.  You would have thought that I would have learned my lesson, but I didn’t.  That girlfriend eventually became Mrs. Crabby, and it wasn’t until she was already locked into the marriage that all my non-mechanical skills were made known.  But that’s alright; she stayed with me anyway, and now it’s a lot easier to just tell her to call someone so I don’t have to pretend to know what I’m doing. So, I recommend that you level with her and tell the truth, right after the honeymoon. Good luck and happy fixing.

Sincerely, Dear Crabby

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  1. Mr. Crabby…so now I know the story end.

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