Pity the poor mechanic or repairman when a non-mechanical person attempts to diagnose and explain a car problem or a machine problem.
During my college years, I was unfamiliar with the correct terminology when it came to car illnesses. As a result, the mechanic on duty had to visibly smother his laughter and was partially successful as I explained that my “car has asthma.” Well, in medical terms it did because it was wheezing. It was all good because he fixed whatever the problem was. Now, that’s a good mechanic.
Recently, our workhorse copier/printer/jack of all trades refused to cooperate. When the repairman arrived, I told him the copier sounded like it was having a heart attack. Well, its valves or something were clicking and clacking. Isn’t that how overworked heart valves sound? The poor fellow’s face turned red and his body jiggled as he laughed.
Some of the conversations at work can be “OMG did you really say that” moments.
I was telling two women that I once referred to pectoral muscles as “pecs” but the word that emerged was another body part. So blondie pipes up. “These are my pecs,” she said pointing to her biceps. Then she pointed to her throat and said something about “my jugular vein”. Life is interesting in the neighborhood.
Last but not least, Hubby had to change a light bulb the other day. He climbed up the step ladder, unscrewed the light fixture cover and inserted the new bulb. “This bulb doesn’t work,” he growled. The spouse who is biting her lip not to laugh asks, “Did you turn the light on?” And when the switch was flipped, there was light.
“I thought the light was already on,” he says with a sheepish grin.
“Whatever gave you that idea? The room was dark.”