I would make a hopeless feminist. I always maintain I can do anything, including changing a tyre, by myself yet while theoretically I may know how to do it doesn't mean I can do it in practice.
Take yesterday morning. First sign of trouble I start calling for help from the nearest source of testosterone. This usually takes the form of my fantastic hubby but sometimes he is not around. I usually start at A in my address book and even when I get a response I will still contact an extra couple to make doubly sure that help is on it's way. So the story: I needed to change my tyre... managed to get hold of 4 helpers, the tyre was putting up resistance, more proof that I wouldn't have managed to remove it, had to phone an extra body with my incredibly detailed explanation of what I was looking for: do you have a thingy that will take off my locking wheel nut? A thingy? you mean the alloy key (I think this is what it was called but again I wasn't listening very well) Nooooo, the (I made a noise here along the lines of juuuuuuuzdt) thingy to loosen it I have the key but it is too tight.
The end result? my tyre got changed, I didn't get dirty and best of all I remembered how good my friends are. =D Not that I didn't already know that.
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