As some of you know, my boyfriend is a mechanic. I would be lying if I said that it isn’t handy to have a boyfriend in such a useful profession. Of course, a lot of friends and family find his profession quite useful as well.
Last night he was doing a side job for a friend. Even though he doesn’t mind helping friends out, he complains a lot about having to work in people’s personal shops. Last night, the guy who he was helping out had pretty much no lighting in his garage and when Mark insisted he needed light to work, the guy ended up shining a glaring bulb right in my boyfriend’s face. Poor Mark cam e home with a pounding headache and was still cranky when he woke up this morning.
Maybe he should stipulate that in order to help out friends and family with their car trouble, they need to have proper garage lighting installed.