Steve (as 41oo) wrote:but then doont take my advice, I know nothing about car mechanics
This 'Merican is drivin' 'round the west country in Ireland, when his car breaks down miles from the nearest village. So he lifts the hood (that's bonnet, for English-impaired readers), to see if he can perhaps fix himself, when he hears:
Psst, i t'ink it's yer alternator . . .
This kinda spooks him, and he looks around quickly, but he can't see anyone--just the green hillsides, some sheep in the distance, a white horse by the stone wall . . . so he turns back to the car, when . . .
Psst, Hey Yank, i'm tellin' ya, it's t'e altenator . . .
He turns around again, and there's the horse, which says . . .
You'll need ta get it towed, ya won't find no alternator out here.
Well, he totally freaks out, and literally runs into the nearest town. He arranges to get the car towed, and then heads for the local public house. He steps up and orders a beer, and the Publican asks him:
What's the matter, Governor, you seem spooked?
Well, my car broke down outside the town, and i was looking under the hood to see if i could fix it myself, when this horse tells me its the alternator.
'Twas an ould white horse, was it?
Well, yeah, now that you mention it, it was . . .
Ach, now, never you mind, he don't know not'in 'bout cars . . .
