Y2K Survivor

I am inept to say the least.  I mean it, as far as manly skills go, I got few and none to spare.  In fact, old Mike over at this place posted an excellent article about the skills every man should possess.  I shared it with a few folks, and my cousin, a blood sucking attorney, said it was more of a test.  And he said the test was not even valid.  He proved this by pointing out there was a hot pic of Jessica Simpson on the side bar of the quiz, less than half way down the article, and No REAL Man could have refrained from clicking the Lil ole Daisy Duke link.

 

Once again, I failed to even notice.

 

So, big deal, I can build a back deck, roof a house, or run of the mill rough carpentry.  When it comes to real skills I am left lacking.  Every time I grab a wrench I have a kid nearby start chanting "Righty Tighty, Lefty Loosey!"  Freakin lil ingrates.

 

But today I took a step at reclaiming my manhood!  I went to the local Auto Zone store, had some nerdy kid put a computer tester on my car and tell me I needed to replace my spark plug wires.  He could read the fear in my eyes as I tried to hand him all my cash on hand and a wallet full of credit cards.  "Dude, you can Soooo do this yourself!  Just pop off one wire, match it to what's in the box and ONLY do them one at a time so you don't mess with the firing sequence."  I was feeling my bravery lifted even more when he said, "Dude, really... it's so simple any idiot could do it."

 

So I called my mother but she is confined to a wheelchair and uses that as an excuse, even though I am pretty sure she just doesn't like getting her hands dirty.  Old heifer!  Y2Kette's boyfriend has to work at Wal Mart til 11:00 p.m. and his parents expect him home as soon as the shift ends.  I agree!  They are pretty freakin unreasonable on this issue.

 

I didn't want to ask Mrs. Y2K to do it because I was pretty sure she could and then she would make fun of me.  So I did the only thing that was left for me to do.  I told Y2K Jr. everything the Auto Zone dude said to me, and then told him to go fix the car.  I added I would be out shortly and find out if he messed it up.

 

You know what...?  He fixed my freakin car!  Stupid kids trying to act all smarter than their parents.  I need to ground his ass.