Damn, I'm smooth!

[ARCHER]

So I swing by the dealer at lunch to snag an air filter for the M3. I get it and decide I have few minutes to kill, so why not go ahead pop it in? After all, there are napkins in the glove box if my fingers get dirty and there's no way I'm going to get anything on my nice, white, fresh-from-the-cleaners shirt – won't happen.

Up goes the hood and out comes the filter cartridge. The fingers are a bit grey and gritty but nothing the napkins won't handle. I pop in the new filter and inspect it for proper seal. Just then, the boob parked next to me lays on his horn to get someone's attention. I was startled, and in turn, dropped the filter cartridge down the front of my shirt. As I fumbled to catch it, I also managed to swipe my left cuff.

Now I 'm back at work listening to all of my co-workers give me shit about it. I can't blame them. One would think that "the guy who always has car magazines on his desk" should be able to change a simple air filter without ruining his shirt. :rant:

[Lartymarf]

AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... I'm so sorry Archer... but this is pretty funny... hahahahaha. Hmph...... you should have thrown the oil covered filter at the boob.

[ARCHER]

AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... I'm so sorry Archer... but this is pretty funny... hahahahaha. Hmph...... you should have thrown the oil covered filter at the boob.

It is pretty funny. But at the time, I reeeaaally wanted to shove that guy's horn up his ass.

[Nick M3]

Thank you for brightening up my day just a little bit. :D

[ARCHER]

Thank you for brightening up my day just a little bit. :D

Glad I could help.

[blee]

I can't remember any of them at the time, but I probably have a full page of stories like this from my own DIY experiences. :D It comes with the territory.

At the very least, I'm sure my less informed coworkers wonder just WTF I do on weekends when I walk in on Monday with grease still under my nails. Or the time I had fresh scars from the piston ring compressor, one right on the inside of my wrist and a pair on the business end of my knuckles.

[ARCHER]

I can't remember any of them at the time, but I probably have a full page of stories like this from my own DIY experiences. :D It comes with the territory.

At the very least, I'm sure my less informed coworkers wonder just WTF I do on weekends when I walk in on Monday with grease still under my nails. Or the time I had fresh scars from the piston ring compressor, one right on the inside of my wrist and a pair on the business end of my knuckles.

True. I just feel like a dope for monkeying under the hood in a white dress shirt. :wutblau:

[lip277]

Well...
I was up till 2AM Sat morning (late Friday night) doing maintenance work on an Explorer owned by my wife's best friend... She was staying the night at our place (long story) and had just bought the car off e-bay (got a killer deal). SUPER condition with about 70k miles. Being a San Diego car, the exterior was in real good shape. I 'volunteered' to so the basic maintenance 'stuff' to help her out (plugs/wires/belt/ect) as she really wasn't looking forward to spending more money right now. Since her Explorer is similar to one we had, I was familiar with most of what I needed to do (or so I thought). It took me from 8pm to 1:30am to just get all 6 plugs. :?
MAN O MAN.... That new SOHC V6 is a major PITA compared to the minor PITA we had in the OHV one we had.....
My fingers and lower arms are still all chewed up and black and blue from my 'fun'. I finally had to remove the right front tire and adjacent wheel well shrouding to get to the three plugs/wires on that side.... :shock:

I'd take a dirty shirt any time........

he he

[Masskrug]

...but are you rich?

[Melissa]

:kekeke:

[ARCHER]

...but are you rich?

Nope. Life's a bitch.