It’s been pointed out to me that what I know about cars can fit into my bellybutton.
I hate to admit defeat, so I probably should learn, but I just have no interest.
And I’m interested in almost everything else other people have to say. I’ll strike up a conversation with every person sitting next to me on an airplane and come up with 25 custom questions about their profession, whether it’s software sales or speech therapy or training guide dogs for the blind. But when my seatmate was the owner of an auto repair shop, I prayed for turbulence. A heart attack — even my own — and a conversation-stopping call for a doctor on board. Anything but an upcoming conversation about transmissions.
“So, what do you drive?” he asked me.
“Me? A car.”
“What kind of car?”
“Oh! Right. Sorry. A gray one.” [Read more…] about What I Don’t Know About Cars