Because it really is personal…

So then, Sweet Daddio took the oil sensor (the part that failed catastophically on our van) in to work. One of his people used to work in the shop at one of the local car dealerships, so SD took the part to him and asked a few questions.
He was told that no, under no normal circumstances would that part fail, and he (the mechanic) took the part for a closer look. He cleaned it up and said “look here, plyer marks.” The only way for the part to fail in the manner that it did, would be for it to be squeezed.

That would be Earl Hutto, at NeSmith Chevrolet, Claxton Georgia, who took the car out for a spin.

I wasn’t planning on naming him, until now.

I also plan on mentioning his name, Earl Hutto, at NeSmith Chevrolet in Claxton, Georgia whenever anyone asks.

That would be Earl Hutto, at NeSmith Chevrolet, Claxton, Georgia. How dare you try to take advantage of my theoretical womanly helplessness. You sad excuse for a man.