Chivalry is Not Dead

Alternate Titles:
Everything Can Be Solved With Krazy Glue
or
Sears + K-Mart = "Holy Crap, K-Mart Sells Craftsman Tools Now!"

This post is brought to you by the letter F, and by the number 7 (which, coincidentally enough, is almost exactly how many years since my car has seen a mechanic).

Yesterday, I was on my way to pool, and had just exited the freeway. I was at the light, getting ready to turn, talking to my girlfriend Tammy* on the phone. I shifted into first gear, and suddenly the gear shift was loose in my hand!

"Oh, crap!" I exclaimed (actually, she told me later I dropped the F-bomb a couple of times. I may have. I was distraught. Plus, she did ask me "what's the problem? Call a tow truck." I never panic, but it was a 'panicky' moment ... and she was killing it...). I calmly told her I would call her back.

After driving my car in first gear to the K-Mart parking lot, I decided to give my friend Scott a call. He works at an auto parts store, so I figured he might be able to give me some advice.

First, after I described the problem, he told me "good, no problem. It will be an easy fix." Then, he told me he would be right there to help me (he was going to be on his way to the same pool match shortly). He scrapped all of his plans prior to going to pool, and immediately came to help me. In the meantime, I ran into K-Mart and purchased a small set of auto tools.

When he got there, we removed my center console, and discovered the problem. It was [insert mechanical techno mumbo-jumbo here], and all we really needed to do was repair a doohickey with some Krazy Glue. Good thing I parked at K-Mart!

Scott and I headed to the entrance of K-Mart to buy the Krazy Glue, and we were approached by a young man needing a jump. Scott immediately looked at me, said "go get the glue, I'll help him with his car." I bought the glue, and by the time I came back out the man was gone. Scotty to the rescue X2!

To speed up the story: Krazy Glue + plastic doohickey + a little leverage, accompanied by "That's not going to work, Scotty", followed immediately with a snap as the doodad popped into the doohickey (it worked), and we were back in business! We replaced the console, and we were on our way. We even made it to pool on time (albeit a little sweaty).

Scotty, you are one hell of a good man, and I count myself very lucky to call you my friend. I'm not sure you'll actually read this blog, but I want you to know that I am very glad to be your friend, and if there is anything I can ever do for you, the answer is yes.

Thank you, and God bless you.
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* Tammy is her real name... why are you reading this? The story is up there... ^