Men are Weird

I had a bit of car trouble recently and my mechanic gave me a quick fix for the short term which meant fiddling around under the bonnet and tightening a few nuts & bolts if the car suddenly decided to give me any crap.

Well on my way to work the other night, I was stopped by City Security. They parole at night just in case there are would be bombers and no-good-people hanging around the City Limits looking for people to kill. City Security search cars, take down number plates, ask questions and then wave you off if you act right. This happens 9 out of 10 nights when I travel to work for the late shift.

Two very grumpy old men in uniform decided to ask me where I was going and also asked me to step out of the car and open the boot of the car. I really wasn't impressed by all this considering it was raining and I don't like to get my hair wet once it's been straightened within an inch of its life so I put on my worse 'b*tch... have you seen my hair?' face and narrowed my eyes at them. Anyway, I got back in the car and turned on the ignition and nothing. The car decided to die there and then and quite frankly, I wasn't surprised!

Thank the Lord my mechanic gave me enough info so I popped the bonnet, got out, bent over the car, got my spanner out of my coat pocket, tightened two nuts (like I should have tightened the nuts of those hair-shrinking bastards) and got back in the car. When I turned on the ignition, my car purred like a warm cat. Both security guards looked at each other and the one on my drivers side said to me "I love that. I just love it when a woman knows her way around a car!" I shouted through the window as I drove off, "well get your wife a box of spanners and a manual" and sped off into the night.

Men... can't live with em'… can't kill 'em!