I also love a man covered in brake grease
So, my car broke.
I know. Shocker. Wait, what? Something in Gypsy’s life broke? There was an unexpected expense? Surely not.
Yeah. There was this noise, and it wasn’t a good noise. It was an angry, jeering noise. It was a noise that screeches, “I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little wallet, too!!” Or something like that. Anyway it was bad.
So I took it home and I described the noise to Lancelot (“Screeeeeeee!! And then grrrrrrroaaaaaaning griiiind.”) and Lancelot was not pleased. Because he had already, in the span of maybe two or three weeks, replaced his water pump, replaced my starter, and replaced his radiator. By himself. In our driveway. Pretty much he never wants to work on a car ever again ever. But he does because, hi, have you seen the economy lately?
When he checked out my car he discovered that, SURPRISE!, it’s my rotor. Oh, and my caliper. And the brake pad. Triple threat! Aren’t we blessed? Remember that whole economy thing I mentioned? Yeah, that meant we couldn’t get it fixed at a shop, and it also meant I had to not drive my car until Lancelot had a day off to be able to fix the beast. So, I didn’t drive for a week. And that is all kinds of upsetting and crippling and I know I’m totally whining here, but it’s really hard to be without a car, I don’t care how lucky we are to live in America and fuel costs and greenhouse emissions and carpooling and blah-dee-blah. Don’t care. Want my car!
Yesterday was Lancelot’s day off, and do you know what he did? What that gorgeous, sexy, talented, wonderful, handy man did? He spent 9 hours working on my car, and y’all he fixed it. And I have it back. And it’s glorious and he totally got a blow job for it.
Good man!
This is precisely why I need a man, and I think a blow job is the appropriate compensation.
as well he should have!
You lucky, lucky woman.
Dam, all I do is take said vehicle in to get fixed, let her use my car, and all I get is the bill.
Something is wrong here LOL
No, I get all kinds of loving. Its just funny to see it the way you describe it.
I’m way lucky. Also grateful.
Men will do ANYTHING for a Beej.
I’ve learned quite a lot about (simple) auto repair over the last year or so because of the economy and the outrageous costs at repair shops. Thank goodness for google! I love coming in the house and having the wife say, “you smell like outside.” Then I tell her of all the hard work I just performed to get her Blazer to purr like a kitten again. After a very relaxing shower… I wait…
Did he look all hot while he was laying under the car and did you bring him lemonade in a miniskirt? No? How come everything seems porgnographic to me?
I fucking love men that work on cars and stuff.
Man, I hope our economy doesn’t get so bad that I have to work on a car. Just not that butch.
But did you swallow?