I remember the time I built a 396 for my 69 Chevelle and drove it to the muffler shop with open headers to get the exhaust put on it. I was so cool.
Well, until they got it up on the lift and there was oil everywhere coming from the rear main seal. Then I didn't feel cool. So I drove over to my buddies shop which at the time was a storage unit and it didn't have any room. But he was willing to help me and together, right there in the parking lot, we got it fixed up.
But thats not the story. The story is while we were working, my wife pulled up and asked me how I liked her new hair cut. Well, I took one look at her and told her I don't.
My buddy looked at me and then he looked at her and told her her hair looked nice. But me? I was stupid and went right back to what I was doing.
I'm a lot older now and I realize the error of my ways back then. It was the meanest thing I ever said to her. And it wasn't even about her hair. It was about that stupid fucking oil leak of my own doing. But that doesn't matter, because to this day, she will not cut her hair like it was that day even though I think its hot and tell her she should cut it like that again.
I fucked up. And shes not even Ukrainian. Shes Scottish. Which means she never forgets. She never helps me wash my truck or the cars either. But thats another story.