Got a new guy in the garage today. F.N.G.
Young kid. His name is Tom. He’s my intern from the local college. Scary that someone would trust me with the youth of America. We don’t speak the same language. Not even car talk. Seems to be a good kid but I see his eyes glaze over when I’m talking to him.
I was telling him about the good old days when cars had ignition points, and you took a match book cover, folded it over and used that to set the point gap. Then I was telling him about carburetors when I noticed a blank look on his face.
I asked him: “Hey Tom, what’s up”. Then the painful truth came out.
“What are ignition points and carburetors?”
AAAAHHHH. Generation X. Electronic ignition, fuel injection, turbo this and nitro that….blah, blah, blah.
Yeah, I think Tom is going to work out alright. I’ve been needing a generation translator. I just need to teach him English so that he can translate the Gen X-enese to me.
I still don’t get the hat thing or the undershorts hanging out thing. At least he doesn’t have metal poked in his face everywhere.
Welcome aboard Tom.
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