i spent several hours at the bike shop today waiting for a mechanic to be free to re-install the bottom fairing on my bike. one of the bolts must have snapped and the fairing was resting on pipe. a hot pipe equals smouldering melting fibreglass. i took the fairing off last weekend to protect the part from further damage and my father in a bid to 'help', unbeknownst to me, took a hacksaw to my bottom fairing. luckily he didn't cut much and when he told me what he had done i fought the urge to strike him.
as i mentioned it was a long wait but i was not without entertainment. my favourite moment was watching one of the mechanics attempt to get the attention of a customer who was in an intense conversation with another. the mechanic called out to the guy a couple times but the conversation continued. the mechanic started moving sideways and waving his arms while he called to him. still nothing. the mechanic broke out into a little soft shoe number. nada. he tried tap dancing. zilch. something that resembled michael flatley's lord of the dance routine. diddly squat. finally he went up en pointe raised his arms somewhat gracelessly overhead and proceeded to perform some sort of ballet tour de mechanic. naught.
i on the other hand nearly fell off my chair.
true story.
170 words.
1 comment:
HAHAHA!
Clearly this mechanic has as well-developed sense of humour!
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