i'll be the first to admit i have zero-negative expertise in the field of car maintenance...call me what you will, but i'm of the belief that you fill a car with gas and that's what makes it go. period.
well, the friendly workers at might ass informed me that my tire pressure was at 10. 'you mean like out of a hundred?,' i asked. i was obviously providing entertainment for these poor guys, cuz the laughs just kept a comin'. hey, you make my truck happy, you can tease me like i'm your kid sister, i don't give a flyin' duck. oh, and the guy who drove my truck up for pick up reminded me that it was already running and i shouldn't try to start it.
i almost asked the guy what the doo-hickeys on the dash were..nothing but numbers, dials and knobs..it's all so confusing!