Today, at Sears Auto:
I am waiting at the counter for the nice man to finish putting my information into his computer so they can take care of my car.
A woman in a Benz drives in, parks, and tells the nice man that she has run out of washer fluid. Only she calls it "car windex." She has run out and doesn't know how to put it into her car (her words). He tells her to go inside the store area (we are in the garage area), purchase it, and he will put it in for her. When she comes back, she is waiting for him to finish with me, and is a bit impatient. I remark to her that if she pops her hood, she can probably figure out where the fluid goes.
She looks at me and with a straight face, says, "I don't know how to pop the hood either."
Are you kidding me?! You drive the frickin' car and don't know how to open the hood?! Is it just me, or does that seem insane?
Ok, maybe that's harsh, but honestly. "Helpless" women get on my nerves.
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Pathetic. (The not-knowing-how-to-pop-hood part, not the part where she calls the fluid "car windex." I can let that go.)
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