A few days ago I was at the auto parts store when a blonde came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. No one had any clue what the part was -- even the manager.
"Come on!" she said, exasperated. "Every car I've ever had has one! But mine fell off, and I need a new one."
Finally, I stepped in. "Would it help to look under my hood, and you can point out what it is you want?" I asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, and I led the blonde to my car with a parade of parts guys right behind.
I opened the hood. "Is there a 710 on this car?" I asked.
She pointed and said, "Of course, it's right there!"
And here's what we saw:
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