Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Three wheels on my mini

Minni is a jolly clever little car. Not only does she tell me when to change gear, how many miles I can go and all that stuff, Husband now tells me she has magic tyres. If one gets a puncture you can continue to drive on it. And because of these magic tyres she doesn't need a spare.

'I thought I should warn you,' Husband said, 'in case you get a puncture and start looking for the spare to change it.'
'Husband, how many years have we been married and how many tyres have I changed in that time?'

Feminists, look away now.

If I get a puncture I stand by the car looking pathetic until a big strong man comes along. I mean, honestly. Husband has seen the screws falling out of the stool I put together; does he seriously expect me to drive on a tyre I've fitted?


NitWit1 said...

This is really funny. My Dad taught me to change a tire when I was 22. I have changed NONE in the ensuing years, and doubt I could do it now.

Fortunately my safety conscious husband keeps punctual check of all our tires, often demanding I replace them before I think it is needed, I do because I don't want to hear "I told you so!"

Dragonstar said...

Liz, I'm a (sort of) feminist. I believe women do better than men at the important things of life. Cars are not important. End of story.

By the way, thanks to you I now have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day!!!