"Hello," my mother answers the phone.
"Hey, mom, is dad right there? I need to ask him a car question."
"Hang on," as she puts me on speaker phone. "Okay, go ahead."
"Hey dad, I've got this hissing noise coming from my engine. What should I do?"
My mom, "GO TO THE MECHANIC!"
"What do you mean a hissing noise?" Dad is automatically annoyed that I'm asking him this, I can tell.
"A hissing noise ... like this ..." and then I imitate it over the phone.
"Where's it coming from?"
"Where in the engine?"
"The middle part."
"Take it to the mechanic, Meg. How should I know! I'm 600 miles away; what can I do?"
I thought about taking the phone out to the truck and letting him listen to it, but I figured that would be icing on top of the Annoyed Cake.
"This is the down side of you being 600 miles away." I lament.
"Yeah, and this would be the only reason I could see for NOT moving down there!"
See, he knows he'd be that much closer to being rehired as the plumber/car mechanic/handy man again, and I think he'd rather hang upside down by his toe nails ... naked.