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It's cliche... but man when I see some of the kids running around today I worry about our future.
I have no doubt that I was the topic of this very conversation some 20 years ago when I was a teen.
So here's my story... this JUST happened not 30min ago.
I'm sitting in my office and I hear a woman's voice at our front door "hello???? hello???" I go to the lobby (i'm the only one here today) and ask if I can help her.
She's a white woman, early 60's, sweat pants, sandals (it's 45* here today) and a hoodie with a skull bedazzled on the back.
She said she had a flat, and her grand kids were in the car. She didn't know how to change it, her grands were telling her she needed a tool and she didn't have any tools... blah blah blah...
I couldn't in good conscious not help her. So I grab my breaker bar and universal lug socket out of my truck and go over to her car (30 yards away).
So its a Ford Windstar, Passenger front tire is flat, bead is broken.
After evaluating the situation I realize that her "grand kids" are ****ing teenagers... 3 of them... all boys!!! Later I find out they're 13, 15, and 17... and of course they're all on their cell phones texting or whatever.
So she makes them get the jack out of the back and they're all staring at it trying to get the lug wrench off (it snaps into place.) I ask for the assembly, get it, pull the wrench off.. you'd think I pulled a live chimpanzee out of my ass... they were just amazed "Whoa how did you do that???" I'm trying to disguise my frustration with the 'boys'.
So I get the jack in place, break the lugs loose, and get the spare down, which was another feat of amazement. I explain how to finish the job to the boys, because there was no way I was going to lift a minivan with a scissor jack when there are 3 able bodied, albeit generically useless young adults around.
The lady tells one of the boys (the oldest) to take the lugs off. As he whisks his shaggy dyed black hair from his face he says "I don't know how to mechanic..."
Back to my office I go...
10 minutes pass and one the boys, the youngest, is at my office door.
Kid "Hello?"
Me "What can I help you with?"
Kid "Um... We broke the jack..."
Me Ok... i'll be there in a second.
So I get in my truck, drive over to their car cause god knows what tools they will... well... what I'M gonna need now.
Back on the scene, they didn't set the ebrake, van rolled, folded up the scissor jack. Its repairable but I didn't have time for that. I'll take 10% of the blame on that, I didn't spell out every step. So I get out my bottle jack, and lift the van up myself. You can imagine how excited I am, but these are my tools now, and i'm not letting these idiots break my stuff.
I make the boys take the flat off and put the spare on. At this point the oldest, the 17 y/o had left... just walked off...
The 15 year old CAN'T PUT THE SPARE ON THE STUDS... He tries for like 2 minutes. I'm standing there saying "Come on guys, don't make me do it for you..." Then the 13 y/o can't do it... SAME ISSUE...
So I get fed up, wondering if its the wrong size bolt pattern or something legit... NOPE... I throw it on 3 seconds...
So I tell them to put the lugs on... They get them all finger tight... just when i realized that 3 of the 5 are on backwards (bevel out)... So I make them redo it. I realize its a good thing I'm there.
I let the car down some and tell the 15 y/o to tighten down the lugs. He's a mess... the wrench is on crooked... So I show him how to do that. I let the van all the way down. He starts to put the wrench away and i'm like "Uhhhh... let me check your work chief..." Yeah I got two turns out of each lug.
Guys... I know this is not the average... This can't be representative of the majority... but sweet baby jesus on a broom stick!
I'm calling my dad later today and thanking him again for making me learn how to work on things. It wasn't always fun at the time, but I revel at how lazy and unresourceful grown men and even these teens are today.
Its just unbelievable.
So the spare... as you might already have guessed, is low. I tell the lady to limp the van to the gas station thats about 1/4 mile away. She approaches a rail road crossing and jams the brakes... spins the spare off the bead...
So now... shes sitting in front of the crossing... in dense fog...hazards on... flat spare... middle of the road.
I have no doubt that I was the topic of this very conversation some 20 years ago when I was a teen.
So here's my story... this JUST happened not 30min ago.
I'm sitting in my office and I hear a woman's voice at our front door "hello???? hello???" I go to the lobby (i'm the only one here today) and ask if I can help her.
She's a white woman, early 60's, sweat pants, sandals (it's 45* here today) and a hoodie with a skull bedazzled on the back.
She said she had a flat, and her grand kids were in the car. She didn't know how to change it, her grands were telling her she needed a tool and she didn't have any tools... blah blah blah...
I couldn't in good conscious not help her. So I grab my breaker bar and universal lug socket out of my truck and go over to her car (30 yards away).
So its a Ford Windstar, Passenger front tire is flat, bead is broken.
After evaluating the situation I realize that her "grand kids" are ****ing teenagers... 3 of them... all boys!!! Later I find out they're 13, 15, and 17... and of course they're all on their cell phones texting or whatever.
So she makes them get the jack out of the back and they're all staring at it trying to get the lug wrench off (it snaps into place.) I ask for the assembly, get it, pull the wrench off.. you'd think I pulled a live chimpanzee out of my ass... they were just amazed "Whoa how did you do that???" I'm trying to disguise my frustration with the 'boys'.
So I get the jack in place, break the lugs loose, and get the spare down, which was another feat of amazement. I explain how to finish the job to the boys, because there was no way I was going to lift a minivan with a scissor jack when there are 3 able bodied, albeit generically useless young adults around.
The lady tells one of the boys (the oldest) to take the lugs off. As he whisks his shaggy dyed black hair from his face he says "I don't know how to mechanic..."
Back to my office I go...
10 minutes pass and one the boys, the youngest, is at my office door.
Kid "Hello?"
Me "What can I help you with?"
Kid "Um... We broke the jack..."
Me Ok... i'll be there in a second.
So I get in my truck, drive over to their car cause god knows what tools they will... well... what I'M gonna need now.
Back on the scene, they didn't set the ebrake, van rolled, folded up the scissor jack. Its repairable but I didn't have time for that. I'll take 10% of the blame on that, I didn't spell out every step. So I get out my bottle jack, and lift the van up myself. You can imagine how excited I am, but these are my tools now, and i'm not letting these idiots break my stuff.
I make the boys take the flat off and put the spare on. At this point the oldest, the 17 y/o had left... just walked off...
The 15 year old CAN'T PUT THE SPARE ON THE STUDS... He tries for like 2 minutes. I'm standing there saying "Come on guys, don't make me do it for you..." Then the 13 y/o can't do it... SAME ISSUE...
So I get fed up, wondering if its the wrong size bolt pattern or something legit... NOPE... I throw it on 3 seconds...
So I tell them to put the lugs on... They get them all finger tight... just when i realized that 3 of the 5 are on backwards (bevel out)... So I make them redo it. I realize its a good thing I'm there.
I let the car down some and tell the 15 y/o to tighten down the lugs. He's a mess... the wrench is on crooked... So I show him how to do that. I let the van all the way down. He starts to put the wrench away and i'm like "Uhhhh... let me check your work chief..." Yeah I got two turns out of each lug.
Guys... I know this is not the average... This can't be representative of the majority... but sweet baby jesus on a broom stick!
I'm calling my dad later today and thanking him again for making me learn how to work on things. It wasn't always fun at the time, but I revel at how lazy and unresourceful grown men and even these teens are today.
Its just unbelievable.
So the spare... as you might already have guessed, is low. I tell the lady to limp the van to the gas station thats about 1/4 mile away. She approaches a rail road crossing and jams the brakes... spins the spare off the bead...
So now... shes sitting in front of the crossing... in dense fog...hazards on... flat spare... middle of the road.