Story by El
Captain Fix-it
Everything was calm and sunny on Saturday morning. Until... Dah, dah, dah, dah,... (hold that dah- high note), Captain Fix-it decided to change oil in his truck.
Simmy heard the quiet click of the back door and just like 'when the children were little' she felt this sense of unease and was 'instantaneously awake.'
She got up to make the coffee and then went to see what 'Captain Fix-it' was up to.
He looked a little sheepish and, um, unhappy.
"I drained the transmission fluid instead of the oil." Gulp! Simmy didn't say a word... nothing but prayer can fix 'men and their vehicles.'
Inside she went, quietly sneaking a picture to boost the 'pray-ers' when they read 'THE ELBOW GREASE CHRONICLES.'
"I really hope women read newspapers as diligently as men..." she mumbled quietly. "Hey, wait a minute, it's the men who should be praying for this one..."
She stepped back outside to ask again, hoping,... "Are you sure it was the transmission fluid?"
"Yep, a margarine container full."
... how she hated those stupid margarine containers... twenty nine years of hating margarine containers... lurking at the back of the fridge with 'who knows what' in them... once the food goes in there, nobody touches it... a weird phenomenon...
Now... the margarine container for changing oil... just as much of a trap...
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