02-19-2004, 11:52 AM
A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. A blonde
came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other and
another customer asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" She replied, "You
know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it and need
a new one.." She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but
this piece had always been there. The mechanic gave her a piece of paper
and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a
circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another
car which had its hood up and asked "is there a 710 on this car?" She
pointed and said, "Of course, its right there."
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![[Image: 710.jpg]](http://rtccom.net/~mfjgolf/710.jpg)
came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other and
another customer asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" She replied, "You
know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it and need
a new one.." She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but
this piece had always been there. The mechanic gave her a piece of paper
and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a
circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another
car which had its hood up and asked "is there a 710 on this car?" She
pointed and said, "Of course, its right there."
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