Women are from Venus...
Earlier this evening...
Me to my dad: 'I need your help. There's something wrong with my car.'
Dad: 'What's wrong with it?'
Me: 'It's making angry noises.'
Dad: 'Anak (daughter), cars don't have feelings.'
Something to do with the level of transmission oil.
Read an article today called 'Till debt do us part.' Get it. :P
The car feels okay now. It's not making angry noises anymore.
Me to my dad: 'This car needs fixing. The lights on my dashboard panel thingy are out.'
Dad: 'Have you adjusted the dimmer.'
Me: 'What's that?'
Dad: 'It's that knob on the right hand side that you adjust for the light.'
Me: 'Aaahhh, I do recall accidentally turning that knob to the left...'
Yes, the dashboard panel lights thinga-ma-jig don't need replacing.
:)
Me to my dad: 'I need your help. There's something wrong with my car.'
Dad: 'What's wrong with it?'
Me: 'It's making angry noises.'
Dad: 'Anak (daughter), cars don't have feelings.'
Something to do with the level of transmission oil.
Read an article today called 'Till debt do us part.' Get it. :P
The car feels okay now. It's not making angry noises anymore.
Me to my dad: 'This car needs fixing. The lights on my dashboard panel thingy are out.'
Dad: 'Have you adjusted the dimmer.'
Me: 'What's that?'
Dad: 'It's that knob on the right hand side that you adjust for the light.'
Me: 'Aaahhh, I do recall accidentally turning that knob to the left...'
Yes, the dashboard panel lights thinga-ma-jig don't need replacing.
:)