Yesterday, I updated my facebook status thingy to say:
Sometimes, it takes a man's touch. Right, OddlyFamiliarGirl?Since this was just a bit cryptic, and since I'm bored, and since I thought this was funny, I thought I'd provide an explanation, and a short story.
I was sitting in a staff meeting - that fact the my life is ruled by meetings is a different story - and my phone rang. The caller was OddlyFamiliarGirl. I couldn't answer the call, of course, because I was in a meeting, but I was able to send her a text that I'd call her back at my earliest opportunity. Right after that my phone chimed again, this time to indicate a new voicemail message.
So, after my meeting, I listened to the voicemail. It said, in part, that OddlyFamiliarGirl couldn't get the door on her Jeep to close, and she wanted to know if I'd take a look at it.
Not many people know that, as a child, I often dreamed that someday I might be able to look at, and maybe even fix, peoples' car doors.
Anyway, once I finally got off work, I drove to the place where OddlyFamiliarGirl was waiting. She told me her door woes, and I went out to take a look.
Not to get too technical, but the latch thingy was extended when it should have been retracted. This was preventing the door from closing.
I pressed my thumb against the door button, watched the thingy retract, and then I closed the door. Then, because I'm nothing if not thorough, I opened and closed the door again.
Then I went back inside and made fun of OddlyFamiliarGirl for a while. That was instead of giving her my bill.
Then I updated my facebook status.
One of my friends, or "chicks" as OddlyFamiliarGirl calls them, read my status and emailed me to ask, "I'm intrigued. What did you do to OddlyFamiliarGirl? Should I be jealous now?"
I replied, "Don't be jealous. I just thumbed her button and made her happy."