while i watched them and listened to them work, it occurred to me that perhaps i should look into grease-monkeying when i move to iowa because of the following factors:

#1--i have always wanted to learn how to fix cars, with one of my lifelong dreams being to build my own car from scratch. this girl from my temple did that, she rebuilt a 1963 ford mustang from parts with her dad. they worked on it every weekend for like, a year and half or something (maybe longer, i can't remember now), so that it would be ready when she was 16. they worked on it together, and i mean every part of it. they did the paint, upholstery everything. now, she knows all that cool car stuff and has her own sweet cherry running mustang as well.

that thing fucking owned it.

i would like to be that girl, who is not freaked out by a busted car, and can even fix it herself.

#2--the boys were seriously hot and sexy in their coveralls. that would mean two things: a) i would be surrounded by sexy boys in sexy coveralls, all kinda dirty and greasy with beanies on, like the boys at the shop this morning. b) i would be hot and sexy in my sexy coveralls, kinda all dirty and greasy with either bjork buns on top of my head, or a beanie with braids coming out the bottom (omg, best friend, can you believe my hair is long enough for that already!??!?!) OR, pigtails. BECAUSE HOW HOT WOULD THAT BE?!?!!?

pigtails!

no!no! or, a straw cowboy hat!!

yessssssssss.

oh, and i'd have perfect reason to start getting tattoos, because i wouldn't have to worry about it. for instance, the very hot boy who helped me this morning at the counter had neck ink, and forearm ink, and tattoos on his hands. i'm not saying that i would get neck ink AND forearm ink AND tattoos on my hands. but i think i would really be happy in an industry in which i could have such body modifications and not have to worry about it.

i can see this look, and i am liking it.

#3--they all seemed to be having a really good time, and were all laughing and funny and that shit just does not happen in corporate america.

#4--i bet i would get all buff pulling big pieces of car around and rolling tires and lifting them up to put on cars and WhatNot.

#5--i'm too cerebral. i should learn how to fix things and take things apart and put things back together.

#6--i want to be able to put together an engine blindfolded, like fonzi. or was it some part of an engine.

i totally can't remember, but it doesn't matter.

if i can be a mechanic like fonzi, i can get play like fonzi, and you all know that's what i was really talking about, right?

#7--if the labor/hour charge is any indication, mechanics make bank.

bank.

hell yeah.

#8--i could play whatever i want to (assuming the guys agree with the selection), meaning i would never have to worry about r kelly or jay-z or prince being too dirty for the workplace.

#9--i could totally sexually harass all the young guys there and who would ever believe them?

SWEET.

#9.5--did i mention the hot dirty boys in sexy coveralls?

#10--everynight, i could come home and take a mr bubble bubble bath to wash all the grease and WhatNot off. getting clean would not even be as fun as getting dirty, but it'd still be fun. i bet i could totally use those bathtub crayons too...

so yes, i think that when i get to iowa Operation Sleazy Coverall might have to go into effect.

at the very least, i'll start wearing that cowboy hat for sure.

and maybe the pigtails too.