Most of you are probably not aware of this, but today is “I Sure Am Grateful For…” day. On this holiday (which is celebrated in rural Pennsylvania and Central Mexico) we honor those who make our lives livable – those people that regularly spare us from death and/or homelessness. Today I’m honoring Karl.
Karl is my car mechanic. I need a car mechanic because I have the car repair skills of a thumbless orangutan (okay that may be an exaggeration – thumbed orangutan is more accurate). Apparently I was playing video games when they passed out the car skills kit, because I have none (although I can play a wicked XBox). My car maintenance skill set consists of the following: change windshield wiper fluid, put air into tires, squeegee the windshield. That’s it. And that’s why I desperately need Karl.
Here’s what a typical conversation between me and Karl looks like:
ME: Karl, I’ve got a problem with my car that I need you take a look at.
KARL: What’s the problem?
ME: Every time I go around a turn it makes an odd sound.
KARL: What sort of sound?
ME [feeling more insecure by the minute]: It sounds kind of like tingaling, tingaling, tingaling. It also tends to make a strange noise when I go over a bump. Kind of like swishersash, swishersash.
KARL [with a thoughtful, knowing look on his face]: Hmm. You’ve probably got some sort of short in your defibrillator belt, or a leak in your headlight gasket. Could be a blown triple-axle valve. I’ll take a look at it and let you know.
ME: Yeah, that’s probably it.
Several hours later Karl will inform that it was indeed a blown triple-axle valve, and that my registration was expired. Karl is a lifesaver.
So here’s to you Karl. Thanks for making my life livable and for keeping me from death and/or homelessness. Apart from your hard work, my car would most likely be on fire.
Okay, the floor’s open. Who are you grateful for today?