It's funny how our spouses and Porsches are engagded in this deadly embrace?
Just this morning I put the top up in "Sevice Position" to check around for things, nothing in particular, just wanted a look at the engine.
Nice and oil dry! but noticed alot of dust. Grabbed the vacum cleaner and with a glass of Pinot wine, started vacuming the dust off the engine, while I think it was "Jimmy Hendrix" playing on the radio.
Just as I started my wife came into the garage, I quickly put down the vacum cleaner hose, embarrased she would have the nerve to think I would vacum an engine of all things!
The following is a transcript from the conversation that ensued.
"Hi, what are you doing!" (her)
"Nothing honey, was just checking the oil" (me, she has no idea you check it from the back
"
"Why was the vacum cleaner running if that what you were doing?" (her)
"(Ok deep breath and think hard cause your about to impeach yourself here)" (me, thinking real hard)
"Well I was, of ,kinda......" (me)
" (STOP)" (her)
"You were VACUMING your ENGINE!!" (her)
"NO, there were leaves down around where you put oil in and I was just getting them out of the way" (me, I think I have her on the ropes now)
"Silence" (her)
"Hay whats for dinner?" (me, diversion tactics)
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