Back in the late 80s, my mom, who pretended to be feminist, got the bumper of her big American car stuck over one of those cement blocks at the head of a parking space. It was no longer bolted down and she began to drag it as she backed up.
I asked her where her jack was. I said, "All we need to do is jack the bumper up a little and pull the block loose." She said she didn't know where her jack was, she couldn't find the car manual, and we needed a man. I looked in her trunk but couldn't find the jack.
A big American car like hers pulled up. A man was driving and a woman was in the passenger seat. The man stayed in the car. The woman got out, she said it was her car and she knew where Mom's jack was. It hidden in a compartment under the carpet in the trunk.
The woman and i got the bumper jacked up and pulled the block loose. The woman got in her car, and they drove away. Moms' car was fine and she was able to drive off, but she refused to admit that a woman could do the job as well as a man.
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I asked her where her jack was. I said, "All we need to do is jack the bumper up a little and pull the block loose." She said she didn't know where her jack was, she couldn't find the car manual, and we needed a man. I looked in her trunk but couldn't find the jack.
A big American car like hers pulled up. A man was driving and a woman was in the passenger seat. The man stayed in the car. The woman got out, she said it was her car and she knew where Mom's jack was. It hidden in a compartment under the carpet in the trunk.
The woman and i got the bumper jacked up and pulled the block loose. The woman got in her car, and they drove away. Moms' car was fine and she was able to drive off, but she refused to admit that a woman could do the job as well as a man.