I got a kick out of this...
> A young blonde female stock broker was bored with driving her BMW. It
> lacked 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 it's gorgeous red paintwork. 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?
>
> With 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 her.
>
> "That's a lovely car," said the mechanic. "What seems to be the
> matter?"
>
> Well, it just conked out I'm afraid."
>
> "Let me have look." He set to work and ten minutes later the engine
> was purring like a cat again.
>
> "Thank goodness," she said. "What was the matter?"
>
> "Simple really, just crap in the carburetor," he replied.
>
> Looking shocked she asked, "Oh, OK. How many times a week do I have to
> do that?"
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