Musings, platitudes, rants and reveries of an uninhibited horny urban bear.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Damn! I feel like a woman

My engine light has been coming on for a while now and I've been ignoring it because it's supposedly not a huge deal unless it's flashing. I took a few guesses at what the problem was but I had no luck. Until today, when I lost my power steering on my way to work. It wasn't a huge ordeal, just a bit difficult to get around corners and park.

At work I asked a friend where the closest Canadian Tire was. She gave me easy directions which I only listened to with half an ear (I was trying to multitask at the time). So I had only myself to blame when I got lost in suburban Mississauga without power steering.

I found the store eventually. Of course I didn't ask for help from any pedestrians. I couldn't bring myself to asking for directions because it would be too embarrassing to learn from a stranger that I was only a block away from my destination. So I took the long way there but I arrived at my destination with my pride in tact.

Thank god some parts of my male brain are wired properly. I had never been in the store before but I was able to walk straight to the automotive section without having to ask anyone where it was. While I was there, I decided I'd need rags and a funnel to top up my fluid. I started to feel handy so also decided to pick up a new signal light and some new wiper blades while I was there.

I had no trouble at all topping up my power steering fluid but that was about all I could do. The signal light requires a full set of screwdrivers and an undergraduate degree in mechanical engineering. The windshield wipers were equally challenging and I could only change one of them. My puffed up male ego was quickly deflating.

After I gave up on the wiper blades, I got back in my car and cleaned the dirt off my hands with some moist towlettes. I started my engine and the bloody warning light still stayed on. I was seriously starting to doubt my mechanical abilities at that point. I guess I make a better banker than a grease monkey. I'm glad I have an appointment Saturday morning at the dealership to get some things looked after. Not only will everything be done right, but I'll get to admire his cute butt while he works under my hood.


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