Then the fun begins. I spend an hour trying to locate the source of this boo-boo that required my immediate attention. When we finally locate it, it is so small that the smallest bandage in the box covers it two times over. To top it off, I have to kiss the bandage to make sure it is “going to feel better.” Oey Vey!
When we had our charter boat business on the Hudson River I inherited two 258hp Detroit Diesel engines along with a 15kW Onan diesel generator and the battery banks to keep everything running when we were making way.
My husband is 6-foot, 4 inches, and didn’t bend very well anymore to get into the bilge so I ended up doing all the engine room work, such as like oil changes (22 quarts per engine) and water-pump impellors being replaced when they got worn or broken off.
Every now and then I would break a finger nail and come top-side showing a nail that was ripped off almost to the quick. “Look!” I would cry “I broke a nail.” My husband would laugh.
Now a broken nail to a man might not seem like much but to a woman it could mean the destruction of the symmetry of a hand. The beauty is marred! I felt disfigured.
Another thing about men is that they can run around all day smelling of old motor oil and covered with grease and dirt. After a trip into the bilge to work on those “Detroit Drippers,” I needed a good hot shower with a bottle of Dawn and better yet a glass of wine; the heck with the paying customers.
You have heard that old adage, “What makes a man want sex? Just show up?” Well ladies there will come a day when “you will show up,” but you will experience “nobody is home.”