Big Bleu

So my DaD got a beat up old pickup truck. Big Bleu is its name.  He LOVES this hideous chunk of blue painted metal that sputters down the road on its own terms.  For Christmas, my MoM gave him a truck bed cover.  Why? I'm not really sure.  My DaD swears up and down that he gets better gas mileage and that the truck stays on the road better when it's windy.  First of all, he lives in Florida.  Not the Windy City.  Second of all, he lives in Florida.  His gas mileage is always at the mercy of the Snow Birds and how fast the reflex of their foot can reach the gas pedal on any given day.  Oh, and the truck bed cover makes the truck look sportier... I may agree with this.

But I digress, the AC on Big Bleu does not work.  This is not okay.  Did I mention he lives in Florida? So, my DaD orders an AC Compressor.  It came in the mail yesterday.  Rather than having someone who is oh-I-don't-know, a professional? install the AC compressor, I was roped into helping my DaD do this task today.  (He's installing as we speak.) As my DaD positions himself on the ground, under the truck, already covered in grease (eww) he has an AHHA! Moment.  He doesn't know what he's doing! I'm sitting on a chair in the garage drinking an ice cold coke swatting flies away.  My DaD screams, "BRYCE! Go get the MAC and Google something for me!" So that's how we're gonna do this? Now, I've taken to google-ing everything for a step-by-step process as I sit in the shade, drinking my coke.  But you see, my DaD can only hear out of one ear, on a good day.  Today is a half good day meaning he gets about every other thing I say. So I'm barking directions at him.  The entire neighborhood now knows all of Big Bleu's inner workings.   Oh Lawl, he just asked for a hammer.  I'm no car mechanic, but I'm pretty sure any time a hammer is involved, the car never works again.   When he gets to a part that he can't seem to manage he claims, "Welp, this is the Japanese getting back at us for World War 2."  Really? Nothin' but class.

I will say that I am proud of my DaD for having the sense to Google something.  Baby steps.