Chumly wrote:Maybe a more fun question might be to ask why the sexier females most often don't go jobs demanding dirt under their finger nails.
Sometimes, you say the most incredibly stupid things.
In the first place, what one man considers a "babe" will not necessarily be what every other man considers a "babe." In the second place, being a "babe" involves hairstyle, make-up, clothing--do you really expect that a woman who is also an auto mechanic is going to get up a couple of hours early to spend that time on hairstyle, make-up and clothing on the off chance that Chumly will walk by and say to himself: "Wow, what a babe!"? Jesus Christ . . .
There is, in Columbus, Ohio, a company called Alternative Auto Care--it is a business owned by women, who employ women. I suspect that you wouldn't consider any of them babes, but then, they would give a tinker's damn if you did. They have no good reason to make-up or dress-up in order to get their hands dirty on your engine block.
I was pulling cable into a telephone closet in a hospital once, and marking the bundles off with coding tape so they could be properly spliced once we hung the terminal box. The door opened and a woman came in wearing a telephone company badge. She was, i would say, in her late twenties, just below the medium height, slim, with a generous bust, and was wearing a common white "t-shirt" and a lovely white lace bra, which could easily be seen through the t-shirt. I had actually finished marking the cables with the coding tape, but i suddenly decided that it would be best to hang bridle rings above the drop ceiling to hold the cable from the conduit to the location where we would mount the terminal box. That meant, of course, that i had to stay around in the closet while she did her thing with the pairs in the telephone cabinet. She is probably what even you would call a babe. But you can bet your ass that she got a job as a skilled technician because of her knowledge and experience--despite the appearance, the phone company wants people who know what they are doing.
Do you spend an hour each night thinking up stupid ****, or does this just come naturally to you?