And no, there’s nothing wrong with a mechanic. What is wrong is how he approached me.
He was sitting atop an old car that looked like it hadn’t romanced the asphalt in years. He wore really ragged clothes, which obviously were his work clothes, and had the most appalling way of getting attention. He yelled a ‘hey’ at me and then beckoned with his hands for me to come.
Did you see how everyone turned to look at me? Some even laughed at me, it was embarrassing.