SURVEY: How would you feel about an auto mechanic who didn't have a car of their own?

Having led an accidental career of auto mechanic for twenty years, I can both empathize and euthanize with such feelings. You may jolly well assume what you will in such a case but is it really a case of putting the cart before the horse and is it more worth to have two birds in the hand and your nose to the grindstone?

And yet, you can assume safely (and it really is possible to do exactly that) without repercussions a wholesome and uncanny interpretudeness that would not, even could not, nay, even nigh into impossible exact your love. Yet, and lo, your heart is drawn out in a derelict ontogeny as you extricate illicit apothecaries.

I mean, who do you think you are?! Can you walk a mile in his shoes and still not smell the roses (parenthetically) or is it a quandary of, yes, one evil less than the other; or even both?

Sometimes, I swear... this world is going to Hell in a handbasket.

I'm sensing that although you are using the word "auto mechanic" you really mean pimp.

Say that's the real story here and you are his Tublet Ho in need of some strong meds for a out of control case of the clap with a side of chlamydia, and the jerk won't cough up any cash to send you to Tijuana for the cheap stuff.

I don't trust auto mechanics period!

Once the engine light thingy starts blinking or the ashtray fills up I buy a new car.

He is an intelligent man because without wasting his money on car and gasoline this guy can go for a long drive with his gf in your car.

That's like a dentist with wooden teeth, or a teacher who can't read! Or a veggiterian butcher! Or a vet who's allergic to pet dander!

The same as I would feel if the person cutting my hair had a jacked up hairdo

I wouldn't trust a skinny cook either, especially of he/she was a jerk!

You stole his car, didn't you? Cuz he's a jerk, right? Good job!

About as afraid as I'd be with a bald woman cutting my hair.

Thats why I just flash a rich guy into buying me a new one