The Bearings | Charlotte and I hadn’t been together all that long when I asked if she’d pick up a car part for me. At the time I was doing a lot of my own car repairs, but it was sometimes hard to get to the parts store around my work schedule.

She didn’t really want to go to the parts store for me. She didn’t know a lot about cars,and at the time few women worked in parts stores and few visited them. It was a man’s domain.

I told her I would give her very exact instructions as to what was needed so she shouldn’t have any problems. It took a bit of presauding but she finally agreed.

We didn’t have cell phones back in those days so I had to wait until I got off work to find out how it went.

She wasn’t all that happy at me when she told me what had happened.

She walked up to the counter and told the salesperson exactly what I’d told her.

“I need a set of muffler bearings, the gold ones, not the silver ones.”

Yep.

I’d set her up.

The salesman laughed and told her someone was pulling her leg, there was no such thing as muffler bearings, gold or silver.

There is a moral to this story. If you ever want your spouse to pick up car parts for you ever again don’t send them into the parts store to buy muffler bearings.

Blinker fluid I’m sure that would be fine, but not muffler bearings.