Wait, let me rephrase that. I need a man to unscrew the bolt on the bottom of my oil pan, so that I can go ahead and do the rest. I usually find myself quite capable, usually fairly intuitive and resourceful. I've needed my oil changed for a while now and I'm going on a trip next weekend. My brother in law was the last one to change the oil in my car and I should have known better. It is true: I am no match for Jerry's bionic arm, which keeps tightening things until he himself can barely undo it the next time (except that he has the bionic thing going for him, so he finds a way). One time, he pulled the emergency brake on my car so tight while parking it, that I had to call him to come and release it. Man.
So, I got the oil, filter, wrench, gloves, oil pan, rags and proceeded to crawl under my car. This feels good. I am woman. Watch me change oil. 15 minutes later, the only progress I've made is a fairly good workout, a cramping leg muscle, one piece of tumbleweed and two leaves in my hair and many repetitions of "you piece of crap". I don't really know what I was referring to or who I was slurring with that statement. Maybe my arm, which apparently is NOT bionic.
So, I gave up...for now. I know how to do the rest. It's just that stupid bolt which will not budge. So, like I said, I do need a man...with a wrench in his hand. Maybe I'll post it to Craigslist.
