Ocelot
1st August 2008, 02:03 PM
I have a herbalist mechanic. Last month she called me up and said that she'd had a dream that my car was leaking brake fluid, she referred me to a very scientific study that examined the possibility that a bowl of tomatoes in olive oil stored in the glove compartment, might prevent loss of hydaulic fluids. Apparently this is an ancient treatment that goes back to Atlantis. Well initially I was skeptical but I thought that it couldn't do any harm as it's all natural, and it might help prevent a nasty accident. So I bought just such a bowl of tomatoes and stashed them in the glove compartment. As the weeks went on they rotted down and started to produce quite a sharp odour, but it's suprising how quickly you get used to it. It's really quite pleasant and not at all nausiating or distracting when driving. However somehow my Dad noticed when I was giving him a lift, so I had to explain the whole story to him.
Well he's a hard nosed cynic and on hearing that I had concerns about my brakes, immediately dragged my car off to his mechanic to get thoroughly checked over. Dad's mechanic is the conventional representitive of the multi billion dollar motor industry, patonising with his grubby overalls, two days growth on his chin and he sucks through his teeth when asked the price of anything. Quite a contrast to my pretty herbalist in her smart business suit who never raises the vulgar subject of money.
Well this grubby little man gave my car a thorough going over and checked the brakes every which way. He told my Dad that my car was in perfect condition and there was nothing the matter with my brakes. So it looks like the tomatoes worked after all. I'll certainly carrying seeing my herbalist mechanic, you can't be too careful with car safety you know.
Well he's a hard nosed cynic and on hearing that I had concerns about my brakes, immediately dragged my car off to his mechanic to get thoroughly checked over. Dad's mechanic is the conventional representitive of the multi billion dollar motor industry, patonising with his grubby overalls, two days growth on his chin and he sucks through his teeth when asked the price of anything. Quite a contrast to my pretty herbalist in her smart business suit who never raises the vulgar subject of money.
Well this grubby little man gave my car a thorough going over and checked the brakes every which way. He told my Dad that my car was in perfect condition and there was nothing the matter with my brakes. So it looks like the tomatoes worked after all. I'll certainly carrying seeing my herbalist mechanic, you can't be too careful with car safety you know.