It was a nice summer evening sometime in the early 1990′s when my father and a couple of uncles decided to teach me a valuable lesson.
I was out watching them play with engines, just like I had a dozen times before. Unfortunately I cant even remember what type of car was there, or who it belonged to. Those weren’t important to me then. The best part was hearing them tell jokes and getting to drink soda after 10pm. Still, most of those experiences have since blended together, filled with conversations like: “Get me a 1/2 in. open ended wrench. No, that’s a socket”
Well, one time in particular there was a memorable event that has always stuck with me. My uncle had called me over and asked me to hold on to a wire with my bare hand, so he could check something. He told me to hold the end of it near the frame of the car, and let him know if I saw anything. He was looking at my dad while he told me this of course and my dad just smiled. See, I was taught something that day. As I ran out of the garage and waited for feeling to return to my arm I realized that my uncles and my father are assholes. It was a valuable lesson that still serves me well today.