Car Trouble

What's worse than having your car act up?
Yes, female genital mutilation is obviously worse than car trouble but that might be the only thing that qualifies.
So my car started making stupid noises at me. I brought it to the mechanic and there was a gal in a nice gray sweater behind the counter. She was talking to a friend on the phone when I walked in and she asked what was the problem with my car. About 2 minutes into my description I asked if there was a mechanic I should tell these things too. I hung my head in shame as he stood and said, "you just did." I, then, saw her gray mechanic's pants and felt like an uber ass. I made up for it by giving her a taco. Yeah, I sometimes give out tacos as compensation for unfair profiling.
She ate the taco and, later, as we discussed what was going to happen with my car she told me she'd take good care of me. I then commented that I thought she would do a fine job cause she had eaten the taco I had given her after knowing her for 2 minutes. I mentioned that she was trusting and cool cause I could have easily put a rufi in it. She quickly replied, "I love rufies!!"
I knew then, that my car was in witty, capable hands!