A blond is having lunch at a cafe' with her friend. Just yammering away about her car, and how she just doesn't know a thing about what makes them go or how anypartof them, works, and how stressfull it is when something goes wrong, and how hard it is to find a mechanic who you could trust and wont talk down to you or take advantage and rip you off,
But, she said, a little breathlessly, I think I finally found one. A good honest mechanic, that is. I was sooo relieved when he told me that there was no real problem with the car, it just needed a little turn-signal fluid.
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