I had my tires replaced a couple of days ago, and the brawny-bear service guy could have no inkling of the thoughts that ran through my head when he said, “Now, it’s nothing to be concerned about, but I’m going to give you a stud referral.”
Some of said thoughts:
- Oh, really?
- What are we, horses?
- I’ve never heard of such a thing, but it sounds swell.
- I could have used a lot more of those in my life.
- I can’t wait to see the selection of studs available to choose from.
- Is that really a tire-related thing or is your Spidey-sense (a.k.a. gaydar in this context) trying to deflect me away from you?
At any rate, it is a real thing, and I got one, and I’m going to take care of it today at the referred place, which just happens to be a walkable half-mile from our house.
Update: I stopped to see if the repair place could take my car today to handle this.
Me, handing the voucher I had to the lady at the service desk: “Is this something you can do today, or should I schedule an appointment for later in the week?”
Lady, to co-worker across the room: “SCOTT, CAN YOU DO A STUD TODAY?”
Me (thinking): “Honey, if he can’t, I can.”
It’s just too easy with the vernacular around this repair.