Thursday, August 02, 2007

Women and Cars

My friend Harold e-mailed me a joke, which reminded me of a true story. So, here they are.

Harold's Joke
Sister Mary Ann, who worked for a home health agency, was out making her rounds visiting homebound patients when she ran out of gas.

As luck would have it, an Exxon Gasoline station was just a block away.

She walked to the station to borrow a gas can and buy some gas. The attendant told her that the only gas can he owned had been loaned out, but she could wait until it was returned. Since Sister Mary Ann was on the way to see a patient, she decided not to wait and walked back to her car.

She looked for something in her car that she could fill with gas and spotted the bedpan she was taking to the patient. Always resourceful, Sister Mary Ann carried the bedpan to the station, filled it with gasoline, and carried the full bedpan back to her car.

As she was pouring the gas into her tank, two Baptists watched from across the street. One of them turned to the other and said, "If it starts, I'm turning Catholic"

The True Story
A friend of mine who grew up in a big city was teaching first grade in a small farming town in the late 60s. Everyone knew everyone and they all knew that she was the big city gal who was teaching.

She had a battered VW bug that was faithful and true. However, occasionally some valve (for a couple of decades after she told me this story, I remembered which one, but I no longer do) or other would stick and it wouldn't start. She had discovered that she could fix it by sticking a wad of bubble gum in it.

One day she came out of the general store, where a group of elderly farmers were sitting and talking on the porch. They said "Howdy" and she said "Howdy" and she got in her car. It wouldn't start. She got out, started chewing bubble gum as she threw open the hood, and then stuck it in. The men on the porch laughed and laughed -- until she got back in and drove away, leaving them looking dumbstruck.

Do go to comments and read Betty's story. It is soooo funny.


Betty said...

That reminds ME of a story. My college roommate got one of the early VW bugs. We were on our way home one weekend, when it broke down. We managed to get to a gas station nearby. We explained that the car had died. Too late, we realized that the gas station attendant was drunk as a skunk. He opened the hood, did a double take and said, "Wal, heersh your problem! You engine'sh gone!" It didn't do any good to tell him the engine was in the back. He was too far gone. We phoned her dad and he came and got us.

Maya's Granny said...


That is sooooooooooo funny!

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Deja Pseu said...

Betty, LOL!!!