My boss likes to take laps around the warehouses we office in a few times a day. Today, he went for his laps and not long after, came back into the office and said "Forresto, get your jacket on, I need your help, you won't believe this!". I hop up, put my jacket on and he takes me to the side of the warehouse where a guy in an old, beat-up mini-van carrying two giant lllamas (sp?) in the back is over on the road. He pulled over because one of the lllllllamas spit on the other and when he opened up his trunk, he couldn't shut it. So my boss says "hang on, I got the right guy who will fix this" and of course he thought of me because I'm so mechanically inclined. I noticed that in addition to the two giant llllllllllamas, there was a small child in the car, so I recognized that despite the fact that in reality I'm a mechanical mongoloid, I had to fix this latch and shut this trunk. It was my true George Costanza pretending to be a marine biologist moment.
I ran back to the warehouse, borrowed some tools from the guys who lease our space, returned and went to work. Son of a beach, I fixed it! Guy shut the trunk, latched it and then started complaining that his license plate was about to fall off. It was clinging on one bad screw and so I tried to fix that too. I gave it my best, then this guy opens the trunk to look to see if my handiwork would pass muster and I yelled out "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as one of the grumpy llamas started to use this opportunity to back out of the damn trunk! Plus, i wasn't sure that I actually, you know, FIXED the latch well enough for repeated latching. So me and this hillbilly started shoving the back asssss of this freedom seeking llama while my boss watched on and laughed. Man, these things are heavy and their coats are frigging gross, man. Feel like I need a shower after pushing on his furry butt.
We got him back in, latched the trunk and then hung his license plate with clear packing tape. What a day.