by Rick » Thu Aug 31, 2017 10:26 am
In the "way back when..." I was recently divorced, I found myself at the Curve Lounge bar BSing with a not-bad-looking barmaid who told me of a gal whose washing machine broke and whose husband responded to her request that he try to repair it with "What do I look like, the Maytag man?" The gal could see he was in a foul temper and let it go at that while their dirty laundry piled up by the utility room door.
Then when she was pulling out of the driveway, her car broke down, and not knowing what else to do, she raised its hood and waited for her husband to get home that evening. But when she asked him if he thought he could fix it, he gruffly replied, "What do I look like, Mr. Goodwrench?" And rather than anger him further, she left it at that.
The next day there was a knock on the door and a neighbor was there to say he'd noticed her car's hood up and wondered if she might want him to take a look. And he soon had it running fine again. So she invited him inside for a cold drink, where he noticed all the laundry and allowed that he was handy with washing machine's, too, if hers was broken. She admitted it was, and he soon had it running again, too.
That evening her husband came home, saw that her car was back in the garage and the laundry clean and folded and asked if she called repairmen. No, she explained, it turned out their neighbor was a mechanic who also knew about washers and had fixed them both. "What's that going to cost me?" he wanted to know.
"Nothing at all," she said. "He told me I could either bake him a cake of give him a BJ."
"So what kind of a cake did you bake?"
To which she replied, "What do I look like, Betty Crocker?"
After which the barmaid looked me square on and said, "I ain't no Betty Crocker, either." Was the beginning of an interesting 7-and-7 relationship when her boyfriend was offshore that ended pretty badly.