I was recently looking at my daughter's MySpace page, and noticed a new blog entry.  Upon reading it, I thought it was worth passing on.  So, from a rather attractive, single, young woman (a little Fatherly bias maybe) I share the following:

Chicks and cars --

 Hey guys ~ yes you, the MEN!  WTF is wrong with you all!?!  What is it about a chick in heels with the hood up that makes you feel the need to stop and offer help?  Why not stop and assist the poor single mom with two screaming kiddos in the back seat whose car is actually BUSTED!?

Most of us 'chicks' are perfectly capable of putting brake fluid, washer fluid, and ATF into the proper places.  Stopped in an Auto Parts Shop parking lot (while in a skirt & heels) with a bag of necessary auto fluids at my feet does NOT mean that I need assistance.  But that poor mom who can barely identify a lug wrench, let alone use one, would like your help!  And needs it more than I do. 

If I can't get maintain my own auto, why the F is my name on it!?!  Please go back to your body shops and mancaves and whisper sweet nothings to the pretty pin-up on the outdated calendar, and I'll handle my business. 

Thanks for the thought, but no thanks!!!  Where were all of you the night my sister's engine blew out on the side of a mountain highway in the middle of a snowy December night with a 5 and 3 year old in the car?  Y'all drove right on by, while they sat shivering in the dark, hoping that one of you would just STOP and help.  Instead ~ you're out tryin to help me, the cutie in heels, sweatin over nothing but a busted bolt!!!

I ask again, what the F is wrong with you guys?  Go home and kiss your wife, and buy her a tool box (with instructions) for your anniversary, then spend some quality time teaching her how to use it.  And leave the rest of us alone... unless we flag 'ya down!

My note:  Check out "A Bug's Life" page for more insight into the gal that authored this.