My car was in the shop the past two days for a chronic oil leak, so bad that it would give the police a trail right to my door. As I entered the office, a cute thick French Bulldog greeted me, snorting and jumping around. The mechanic ran down the list of fixes he did, and the checks he made and the fluids he topped off. In the end it only cost me $167.00 for everything, not that bad I thought. Before he handed me the keys he mentioned to me that he also topped off my gas tank.
I kindly looked at him, thanked him and asked what kind of gas did he put in the tank. At that exact moment I finished my question, that cute thick French Bulldog farted loudly. Ryan, the mechanic, looked at the dog then at me and said “Did that answer your question?”