A bunch of lights had blown out on the car, so my parents took it out a bit ago to have them replaced.
A fairly simple thing, one would think; but as you are probably aware if you have been reading this journal for any length of time and are at all familiar with the shittonnes of stupidity running rampant throughout all areas of my life, LOL NO.
And apparently
it took
seven mechanics
to change the goddamn lightbulbs
because they could not figure out how.
Yes. Seven mechanics. For lightbulbs. Yes, you read that right.
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! 8D Because as is also often the case with my life, it gets even better.
My mother was telling me about this just now, and describing how the mechanics had had to keep calling in other ones, because none of them fucking got it. I promptly collapsed over the kitchen counter laughing, because - just - wat.
And my mother. lol ohhhh my mother. My mother was just standing there, all “LALALA BUT THAT IS TOTALLY NORMAL THOUGH I SEE NOTHING ODD ABOUT THIS LALALA~*~*~*”
And that just made me laugh even harder.
Wao.
EDIT 8D
koenil: How many mechanics does it take to change a lightbulb?
vicious-lullaby: Answer: Gackt.
koenil: LMAO
vicious-lullaby: That's about on with cooking for four days, I would think.