Monday, November 9, 2009

"Sometimes you just got to stop and pull up your big people pants."



If I was to look at someone in a policemans hat, a policemans uniform, wearing a policemans gun and badge, I am pretty sure that he is a policman. If I went to a hospital and saw a woman wearing a nurses hat and a nurses uniform with her name saying she was a nurse....I am pretty sure that she is a nurse. It only stands to reason that if some one protrays themself as a professional and there are cirtificates on the wall and they are wearing the attire of that person and they have the tools of their trade then I should be able to make a rational decission as to the fact they are who the say they are. "YOU WOULD THINK!!!!"

Evadently, I was mistaking in my assumtion. Now, I am very up frount in the fact that I am not by no means, shape or form any kind of a mechcanic. If there is something wrong with the vehical rather it be motor or anyother part I can tell you what it looks like, smells like or sounds like and that is the extent on my mechanicism. So when I call a professional mechicanic I expect that person to tell me what is wrong and or fix it. Is this expecting to much? Ney ney I say. I expecting nothing less.

So here I am, I have a low beam headlight out and the bulb is hologen. I am so impressed that I know the type of bulb. I raise the hood and find the low beams socked. I am able to disconnect the wire from the bulb, I am so immpressed with myself. I take hold of the back of the bulb and pull.....nothing. Okay, so I try to twist the bulb.....nope. It did twist a little but I am afraid that if I try to froce it that it might break. Now what to do? Crap, I have to call Breakdown to ask how this damn thing comes out. Breakdowns phone lines are on the blink, they need the telephone breakdown to come fix the breakdown phones...hahahaha...not so funny, sorry. Anyway, I call one of the company's shops, you know, the mechcanics hut. There is were all the professional work-on-truck people are at anyhow. I tell the professional on the other end of the phone line just what my problem is and if he could just tell me how to get the bulb out I would do so and replace it with a new one. The professional tells me that he has no clue on as to how to get the bulb out and that he and the other professional mechcanics did not know or even how to work on the type of truck we have....O__M__G....it is a Freightliner...they do not know how to work on their company trucks...He, the professinal, gives me the telephone number of the local Frieghtliner dealer and shop in the area. I call and the service manager...not that I did not capitalize service or manager, it did not deserve to be...and told of my problem and that I was happy to talk to someone that I knew could help...not...the service manager did not know and tried to ask one of the techicians....big word for labor...on how to fix the problem. The service manager told me that no techicians were able to help. "WHAT THE HELL!!!"

I go into the shop at the T.A. truckstop we are at and ask if anyone there could please help me and tell me how to get the ^^%$Q#!#@@! bulb out. They said oh yes, they could most certianly help me, all I had to do was let them make up a work order and bring me in the shop and they would be more then happy to show me how to mend the problem at $65 hour and parts. No, I went back to the truck and called the company shop back and told them what the T.A. had told me. I bought the bulb and just wanted to have someone show me how to replace it. The shop called the T.A. and one of the professionals came out and took the old bulb out..you twist it hard and it comes out. They told me to be sure not to touch the lens of the new bulb or it would not work..this I did know. I put the new bulb in and wella..it works. I am now a professional mechcanic..just like the rest of them. Sometime you just have to bend over and pull your big people pants up and do the job yourself.



You all be safe.............later, Brad

Sunday, November 8, 2009

"Oral Exam"




Okay, just so that you are amused, here is another H.I.G.H. saga.

I was a teen and working at Steak n Shake as a car hop. It was a Friday night in the summer. I was 16, which will add to the humor for you I am sure. Anyway, I was working and it was about 10:00pm. My girlfriend and her sister and her sisters boyfriend came by, and wanted me to leave work and go with them. Her sister is older then my girlfriend and her sisters boyfriends mom and dad were not going to be at home. Now, at the age of 16 this was to hard to pass up. I left work and went with them. We got to his house and like he said, we were ALONE. We went into the den and he put on some records, that is right..records....no CD's then...get over it already. Have you stopped laughing yet, good..now perhaps I can go on. The lights were off and they, her sister and boyfriend were in one corner of the den and we were in the other. We danced a little then I sat down and she sat on my lap. The kissing started and a little petting. Then something strange happened. Everytime I tried to kiss her my lips kept hitting her teeth. I did not want to say anything for fear of embarassing her and have her stop the kissing and petting. But after several attempts of running into her teeth I pulled back and looked at her and before I could say anything she said..."What is wrong with you? Why don't you kiss me?" I said that she should close her mouth because I was trying to but every time I went to kiss her I kept running into her teeth. She looked at me, and I could here giggles from the other side of the den, and asked..."Have you never FRENCHED kissed before?" I said "WHAT"? What is french kiss? She told her sister and boyfriend to stop laughing and shut up and mind their own business. She then told me to follow her lead. She kissed me in the usual way then I felt her tongue on my lips and then between my lips and O..M..G.. she put her tongue into my mouth all the way....I would have thought that I would have spit it out but instead I liked it and I was a very fast learner there after.



You all be safe...........later..Brad