Remember that one afternoon when your dad wanted to show you how to correctly place the jack under your car, lift the car, loosen the bolts holding on the tire, and replace the tire? You know, should the need ever arise when your tire explodes along a deserted highway, and your AAA subscription just expired, and you have no cell phone reception, and you can see a creepy guy walking slowly toward you holding nothing but a hatchet in one hand and a severed head in the other.
Remember how dumb you made your dad feel for worrying too much about crazy situations that could never possibly, ever, in a million years, ever happen?
Remember that?
Betcha feel pretty dumb yourself, now, don’t you?
