My car was making very funny noises for the last week,
I of course being a woman driver, knew it was the exhaust,
well I knew when it rattled like hell, when stopped at the traffic lights
that all was not well with the underbelly.

I am blaming tesco's car park ramp, it is very high
and my little car, and a boot and back seat full of shopping,
weighing it down, well they had a disagreement.
The ramp won.

I got out of my car, mortified with the noise of it, and stuck my head under
the back, yep there kinda suspended on nothing was the remains of the back pipe,
I got the brother in law to pass his experienced eye under also, and he confirmed
yep its f..ked!

I drove it to a garage he had a look,
said yep it f..ked, and sorry we dont have the part listed.
Go to fastfit, they will sort you out no problem.
I personally think he was up to his tonsils,
and not in form for a damsel in distress senario.

Although, that could be very assumptive of me,
because fastfit didnt have the part either,
and it had to be ordered,
I was so happy when the rattly bit, actually fell off
and the blissful silence of my exhaust meant I could drive for a few days
without mortification, until the part came in.

Where am I going with this,
well I guess I wanted to share my first experience as a single lady of being chatted up.
It was by the nice mechanic, who fitted the exhaust,
and seemed to enjoy my sense of humour,
it was okay, I guess, nice even,
but definitely felt weird, because, I knew he was flirting,
and I was participating, and I appreciated his effort,
because I am now a single woman, and men that are going to be interested,
I'm going to have to consider the yeah or nay thought.

My friend, said, you know he was flirting with you, I think he liked you,
I smiled and said yeah, I noticed,
she asked me how did I feel, I did say a bit weird
but the truth is
I was and still am scared shitless at the thoughts of it...