My friend Mary sent me this joke this morning. Maybe this would be what the world would be like if men wrote advice columns; plus, it seems to bear on some recent comments about technique vs. "vision."
A woman writes to "Dear Fred," an advice columnist.
I really need your help. I was driving to work, and I was only a block from home when the car stalled and would not re-start even thought I had plenty of gas. I walked back home to discover my husband prancing around the house in my make-up and underwear. He tried to say that he was just out of underwear, but finally admitted he had been wearing my clothes for about a year. He lost his job 18 months ago and has been near-suicidal with depression. I don't want to push him over the edge, but I am really at a loss as what to do. I can't eat or sleep. Please help.
A worried wife
Dear worried wife:
It sounds like a problem with the fuel injector. I would take the cap off, wipe down all of the connections and replace any worn caps, and try to restart it. Check the hoses for leaks, and change the spark plugs. Good luck.
Mike (Thanks to Mary N.)