He and my mother owned a garage. I would go in to work on Saturdays and help Mom with the paperwork, clean the office, and run the errands. Occasionally I would venture into the back, and satisfy my curiosity. I learned how to scrape gaskets from parts, use the airline to pump the used oil from the oil change barrel, decipher the year/make/model from the sticker in the driver side door. Eventually I could operate the tire machine somewhat safely and do basic stuff like oil changes and tire rotations. But I could always say no if asked to do any of it, as long as I got my butt back into the office and did the "girl stuff".
One day, he was standing around in the shop drinking beer with his buddies and I came in on them having a discussion. He told them "Now Hubba here, she can do all sorts of stuff- can't you honey?" he looked at me, then he gestured rudely at my chest and said "But as long as you've got two of those, you'll never have to worry about any of that".
I looked down at my chest, and back up at the laughing men and all I could think to say was "I'll never have to worry, but you, you will have to worry". I'm sure the menacing effect was totally ruined by my burning cheeks and the fog of beer they watched me through- But I'm sure I saw him falter for just a moment. I'm sure for just a second, he wondered whether he had taught me a little too well.
One day, he was standing around in the shop drinking beer with his buddies and I came in on them having a discussion. He told them "Now Hubba here, she can do all sorts of stuff- can't you honey?" he looked at me, then he gestured rudely at my chest and said "But as long as you've got two of those, you'll never have to worry about any of that".
I looked down at my chest, and back up at the laughing men and all I could think to say was "I'll never have to worry, but you, you will have to worry". I'm sure the menacing effect was totally ruined by my burning cheeks and the fog of beer they watched me through- But I'm sure I saw him falter for just a moment. I'm sure for just a second, he wondered whether he had taught me a little too well.
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