Chapter 53
Charles said it was something to do with a belt that broke. Whatever it was made the ALT light come flashin’ on but it looked a whole whale of a lot more serious than JUST a busted belt to me!! Why I could’ve sworn it was by-pass surgery of some sort.
At any rate Charles was the operating surgeon and I was the nurse.
You know—hold the flashlight, hand me that tool and where did you lay the three-quarter inch socket?
Sorry, honey, I don’t know what one of those gadgets looks like.
Is it kinda like a pitchfork or a crowbar—does it look a little like the beaters on my hand mixer?
Eons ago, they gave all us high school seniors the Air Force entrance exam. I scored an F- on mechanics and I’ve forgotten all I ever knew in these past years.
That new coat which kept me so warm in the air-conditioned store last July wasn’t designed for arctic winters and I suddenly realized the need for “long johns.” FINALLY, though the surgery was finished—just seconds before my ears dropped onto the operating table (I think they call it an engine).
Gotta admit one thing—my nose had quit running! !!
The next time our car gets a bad case of sickitis I have given it explicit orders to do so in our garage, NOT out on a highway where the wind is blowing hard enough to make a cyclone look like a summer breeze.
I don’t CARE if it has acute heart failure or a bad case of measles or mumps, it can wait to whine or flash on that ALT light until we have a proper operating room and a REAL nurse to hold the light’ and pass the scalpel.
In the meantime, the bank really should have their thermometer checked. It was able to go up to 225 degrees last summer but perhaps it only goes down to 34 degrees when it’s really cold enough to make the brass monkey shiver!!!