I need to apologize to all women who have been independent and have done all of the things that I never had to regularly do. But, coming from where I did, there were some things regulated to "man things." Taking the car in for service is one of the
things. I make a big event out of bringing the car in for service. How hard can it be. You take several hours from your busy , retired life style and you sit in an air conditioned space while your car has stuff done to it. Still, I put it off as long as I
can ,avoiding to look at that little thing that tells you when to bring it in. It started when the man who I was telling the cars troubles to, would look at the man next to me (Bob ) and not at me, when he answered. It didn't take long for me to remind him
that I was the driver and that I was the person talking to him. We have been friends ever since. When I was a kid, because my Daddy had no son to take to the garage( that is how we referred to the service station) he took me. My father knew nothing about anything
mechanical . When asked what weight oil he wanted he would say " the best". He had only three tools.A hammer, a screwdriver and pliers. I never saw him use any of them.For some reason, maybe so that Bob would not be inadequate in this area, my Daddy gave him
a monkey wrench as a present. We still have it. It's priceless.