One of my headlights blew out on the way to work yesterday. I knew I had to fix it immediately because there’s no way I’m going to be one of those guys. I picked up a couple of headlights at lunch time (might as well do both) and headed home to do the job. I’m not a good mechanic so I didn’t look forward to it.
My truck requires you to remove a front panel to get to the lights and I had a couple of questions so I called my auto body guy Riley who happens to not only be my son, but the former owner of the truck.
Later on in the evening I sent him a smart-ass text, and here’s the result:
