Billy's mostly naked auto repair, open for business!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So tonight I’m coming home from work, probably the second night this fall so far that my trip home starts in daylight and ends in twilight. As I near home, I turn my lights on, and they don’t come on. Great.

I pull the truck into the garage and start digging around- fuses good, no messed up wiring anywhere, I go inside and strip out of my street clothes so I don’t destroy them with grease.

The wife goes out for Subway and I watch a little TV while I wait for her to bring home a sammich. I eat then go back out and look at the truck.

Several hours later I’m putting the dashboard back in the truck, turns out it was the column mounted dimmer switch. Contacts a little arced, I clean them and put some grease on them. Alles ok.

Hell, While I’m at it, I might as well just change the plugs. It’s time. I have the plugs and wires, I gap the plugs, put them in a tray, start taking out the old ones.

I need some anti seize to put these in, and I go around the back to see the can sitting just out of reach on the side of the truck. Damn.

Well, hell, I push the button on the garage door opener and the door raises, and I walk past the back of the truck and get the anti-seize. I’m standing behind the truck holding the can in my hand and I notice a car drive by, and at that moment, I realise,
I’m almost naked, standing in the garage, the overhead light like a spotlight, and one of my neighbors has seen me. I’ve been so engrossed in working on the truck I’ve totally forgotten that I’m wearing only my underwear and my Grinch socks.

I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or check myself in to the Richard Petty clinic for auto repair addicts. Looks like my reign as the kooky old guy down the street has well and truly begun .

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There’s really nothing I can say to that, except to stay away from my family.

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You know, a big ol’ fat guy in rattty BVD’s and grinch socks doing auto repairs is pretty normal for my neighborhood.

Oh, wait - Billy and I do live in the same area…

Nevermind…

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I find nothing wrong with the OP.
It is so much easyer to scrub your body than wash clothing.

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Grinch socks?!

The grinch is evilly awesome.
If I was to see you in your underwear and black socks, I woulda thought you crazy. But since you were wearing grinch socks, I think It might be alright.

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As long as you weren’t wearing ladies’ underwear or a thong, I’m OK with it.

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Billy, were did you get grinch socks? I know it can’t be something your daughter picked out - 'cause in that case it would have been butterflies.

Which might have been more interesting/scary that grinch socks under the cirucmstances

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Don’t come around when I’m fryin’ bacon then.

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It’s a Rubin family tradition to buy me ugly socks for christmas. Some years, the harvest is amazing. I have Grinch socks, Godzilla socks, metallic silver Jupiter II socks, metallic green Stacey Adams socks, socks that play christmas carols, socks that light up, sheer purple socks that go above my knees. I have socks that have patterns which can only be described as psychedelic. I have argyle socks with color combinations that are only seen in Lovecraft novels. I have socks that a Vogon wouldn’t wear. I love them all.

And By the way, How in hell do you know my BVD’s are ratty?

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Daddy?

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I talk to Mrs. Rubin, too, you know.