I swear to gawd... my kids drive me feckin nuts. If any appliance fucks up, for some reason, my grown ass adult sons call me to "fix" it. Yes, I have a tech background... I READ THE FUCKING MANUAL which, evidently, that makes me a bloody expert. I tell you now.. I will be dead and gone and down to dust and the washer will fuck up and my son will get a gawdamn Ouija board to pester the shit out of me in the supposed afterlife.
Hey! Can you come over and fix our lawnmower?
I have to fix the linkage on my ruding mower, just need to get ramps from my mechanic son & if I tell him why I need them, he will fix it for me.