Life's Like That

The other day I was laughing about this teacher I had in school. His name was Mr. Fish and that alone brought him some jive. He taught auto repair. He was good at auto repair and his heart was in teaching, but he hadn't been a teacher long. He used to tell us about left-handed treads and how you had to turn the bolt to the left to tighten it and a group of us ... pretty near the whole class ... would say - is that right ... and he'd say 'no, turn it to the left' and that's how the classes generally went. Then later in college I had this date where I was hoping to get in her pants of course and somehow I told her about this teacher I had in high school. She listened to my story and then told me the guy was her cousin and that he had quit teaching because of this stuff. That was about fifteen minutes into the date and it was over by then already. Thirty-five years later ... yesterday ... I pulled my Honda Fino off to the side of the rode because the right mirror was loose in its socket. I sat there for about five minutes. It had come off in my hand as I tried to tighten it. I was cursing the Thais (who do have this tendency to not tighten bolts or just put things together to make them work for a bit)for having shoved the mirror into these stripped threads and then tightening the lock-nut down. A week or so later after driving around without a mirror on the passing side, I pulled into a shop and the guy took the mirror and twisted it to the left and screwed it back in. Karma ... whatever it is ... life's like that.