Ah, the old “death by a thousand really annoying curves” trick, eh?
*sigh*
When I was a young single mother, I was angered and upset by all the “I’ll be glad to help you if...” proposals. These days, they don’t even pretend.
It’s more like, “You’re too old to give me what I want, so go somewhere else.”
And I know of absolutely NO female mechanics.
Odd. I’m trying to remember this old vaudville song and I can’t find the lyrics on the Interthingie.
Why do they call them wild women?
Wild women, wild women?
Do they (something) or live in a cave?
I’ve never called on one that needed a shave!
Why do they call them wild women?
That’s been a puzzle to me?
Why do they call them wild women
When they’re just as tame as can be?
You’d think that’d be popular.