Fem
You can now take away my man card. I officially am the world’s least handy man. I have not only let my wife down, but the many men who call themselves my friend and have made the assumption that I belong to this community of people with hair on their chest. Here’s the story….
I have long-suffered my car having really crummy windshield wipers. When I use them, they actually make visibility worse. Finally, with all of the rain this week and the rest that is supposed to come, I knew I needed to remedy the situation. Trying to be the relatively cheap person that I am becoming (I can’t pinpoint when this actually started happening, but it is fairly recent), I went to Kragen auto parts to purchase the wipers and install them myself.
Strike one was that I couldn’t find which wipers I was supposed to get. So, I had to ask a girl. Yes, a girl. She (without a problem I might add) found the windshield wipers and I bought them. Since I had really never installed them myself, I asked the girl if these were hard to put on. She said it was a piece of cake. I don’t know what that was supposed to mean since I didn’t think it was easy at all. I humbled myself (after about 15 minutes of trying) and went into the store and asked Evelyn if she could give me a little bit of direction. She said no problem. Secretly I was hoping that she would have major problems too. Of course, she didn’t. In less than 90 seconds, both wipers were installed and I had to submit my man card back to the community.
Sorry.
At least you had one to begin with. I don’t think I was ever issued one of those.
I don’t have a reputation of being very handy… (space for family reaction, laughter, inappropriate comments). I think I just get impatient and start breaking things. But anyway, I too went to Kragen and bought wipers for all my kids cars the other day, I found them (you got read the little book hanging on the chain) and installed them. So I’m thinking where’s my man card? And then yesterday when it began to rain Abby called me from the freeway, and said when she turned on her wipers, they just flew right off! Oh well. Two out of three ain’t bad?
Thanks for making me feel so macho, Matt. This weekend I successfully found the right wiper blades and put them onto my wife’s car. I didn’t realize at the time it was such a testosterone laden accomplishment. I think I’ll go find a grizzly bear to wrestle, now.