My desk at my new job is in the building's common area and there are constantly men streaming by.
Men who fix things.
Manly men.
And they talk about building measurements.
And moving dirt.
And cement mixers.
I have this picture on my desk:
It stops them every time.
They're all like, Oh, my gosh, where is that truck?
And I'm all like, At my house in Nevada.
And they're all like, Is it a '57 or a '59?
And I'm all like, Ummm...like, I have no idea. I just thought it would be funny to take a picture in an old, broken-down truck.
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This is what I would say "It's a fifty-niner" and I would say it with such confidence that they would buy any subsequent lie that I fed them. "And it has a shimy-drive with an F-A 8 engine and a titanium serpentine belt. Just needs a little love, though."
Come on, Neff, I expect good lies from you.
I can only use that lie on people who know nothing about trucks. The men here would walk out and be like, "Um, that girl has no idea what she's talking about. The F-A 8 engine was only in the '62."
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