no not that type..... while out in my gas van today i drove 10 miles behind an old lady in a small automatic car with her brake lights on all the way.
being the helpful type of chap i am i decided to let her know when i saw her pull up at the traffic lights next to me.
the conversation-
me- hi there luv i think you may have a problem with your brake lights.
old biddy- pardon.
me- unwind the window a bit.
o/b- (unwinding window) sorry what.
me- repeating earlier statement.
o/b- oh are they not coming on?
me- no they are on all the time.
o/b -oh i got told about that before its ok.
me- should get it fixed though.
o/b- no, theres nothing wrong, i just rest my left foot on the brake pedal cos it hurts to lay it flat, i was told by my friend, agnes, it would be ok if it wasnt pressing down on it too hard.
me- do you live near me in xxxxxxxxx
o/b -no miles from there.
me-(under my breath) thank the lord, bye bye luv.
dipstick tubes for filling up the oil, remove the air filter cos its filthy -better without one in, and if both of the front tyres are worn on the inside just swap them over with each other.
i thought the days of pulling out the choke to hang ones handbag on it had gone, heard any other hilarious stories?