“Unmasking the Advice Trap: 40 Outrageously Condescending Tips That’ll Make You Cringe!”
#25
At age 19 (2005) I was replacing the fuel sending unit in my mothers car on a Saturday afternoon. Pretty standard job; disconnect the lines, drop the tank straps, tank basically falls out in your hands. Easy Peasy. It’s an intimidating task for the first two or three times but then you figure out the secret to all mechanicdom; there’s not a single part on an automobile you can’t remove and reinstall successfully if you’re reasonably detail-oriented and cautious.
One of my uncle’s friends, classical “greatest generation” a*****e, showed up to visit and quietly (by deaf senior standards) asked my uncle “He’s always struck me as kind of useless, all I’ve known him to do is computer stuff. Does he know what he’s doing?”
Meanwhile, three weeks earlier he’d brought his prized vintage (and very rusted out/worn out) 1960 Chevrolet C20 pickup to a local mechanic’s shop to have it fixed. It’d spun (stacked) a bearing and he’d opted to have the engine rebuilt while it was in the shop.
If Mr. “Greatest Generation” had bothered to speak to the lowly mechanic rather than just hob-nobbing with his wealthy pal who owned the shop, he’d have learned that ****I**** was the mechanic who had rebuilt the engine in his prized clapped out shitbox pickup.
#26
When I was working as a gardener, by boss was picking up a bag of mulch from home depot, when someone said, “you need help carrying that to your car, little lady.”
The “little lady” got to her. She runs her own gardening company, and will regular haul 50 bags of mulch in an afternoon.
