I have to confess: I take ridiculous pleasure in being the sweet "girly girl" at the auto shop. Not in the "look at all these boys at my beck and call" power trip way. I'm not quite that sadistic. I more enjoy watching all these tough mechanic types turn beet red and try really hard to take care of me and not be offensive.
Forgive the romanticism, but I get the feeling a lot of tough types are pretty jaded, particularly toward women. So to throw off the stigma and make them feel good, just by being me? That's kind of endearing.
So this one goes out to all the tough mechanic men. I don't understand half the things you're telling me about my car, but thanks for making it run pretty for me!