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Judi was bored with driving her BMW. It laced individuality and besides
that, every other girl in the office had one. She fancied something a bit
more individual, perhaps an MG convertible.
That week she visited her local car dealer and spied a beautiful Jaguar XK140
convertible. It was wonderfully restored and she fell in love with its
gorgeous red paint work. An empty check stub later and off she was tearing
down the leafy country lanes enjoying her beautiful new car. Her long blonde
hair was flowing in the wind, music blaring from the radio, what could
possibly go wrong? At that thought there was a splutter from the engine and
the car slowly coasted to a stop. She got out and lifted the bonnet and
concluded after a few minutes that she didn't have a bloody clue what was
wrong. Luckily she had her mobile phone with her and a quick phone call to
the AutoClub and a short wait saw a bright shiny yellow van pull up behind
That's a lovely car, said the mechanic, What seems to be the matter?
Judi replied, Well, it just conked out. The mechanic had her try to start it
and told her it would only take few minutes to fix. Ten minutes later the
engine was purring like a cat again.
Thank goodness, she said. "What was the matter?"
Real Simple, just crap in the carburetor, he replied.
Looking shocked she asked, "Oh. How often do I have to do that?"