Ed was not mechanically minded. He spent the majority of his life in a shirt and tie, confined to a small office cubicle. On the odd occasion Ed would have to deal with the general public. It was stressful and strange but completely unavoidable. On his way to work one Wednesday morning Ed’s car broken down at a set of lights. After upsetting a huge number of people the car eventually turned over and he continued on his way. For the first time ever Ed had arrived late to work. This was not an experience Ed wanted to go through again. A trip to a mechanic was in order. That evening Ed called his brother to ask for advice. His younger sibling had always been more aware of the complexities of society.
“Hello, Craig speaking,” the phone announced.
“Ah, yes Craig, it’s Ed here, your brother.”
“Ed, how is everything? Are you ok?” Ed only ever called in dire situations.
“I need to visit a motor mechanic. I was wondering if there was something I might need to know.”
“Make sure you go to a well-known, authorised, business. It might cost a little more but you’re less likely to get ripped off.” Craig knew his brother was an easy target. “Also, don’t go down there dressed in your suit. They’ll take you for a ride.”
“Thanks Craig,” said Ed, completely void of emotion. He hung up. Ed considered the predicament. His brother was right; he needed a disguise. Ed went through some possibilities. Perhaps he could scare them out of a con. He could dress up; if he showed up dressed as a police officer, or member of a bike gang, they would be too afraid to overcharge.
The following day Ed arrived at the Midas service centre dressed as a lion. A replacement starter motor cost him $1,600.
“Hello, Craig speaking,” the phone announced.
“Ah, yes Craig, it’s Ed here, your brother.”
“Ed, how is everything? Are you ok?” Ed only ever called in dire situations.
“I need to visit a motor mechanic. I was wondering if there was something I might need to know.”
“Make sure you go to a well-known, authorised, business. It might cost a little more but you’re less likely to get ripped off.” Craig knew his brother was an easy target. “Also, don’t go down there dressed in your suit. They’ll take you for a ride.”
“Thanks Craig,” said Ed, completely void of emotion. He hung up. Ed considered the predicament. His brother was right; he needed a disguise. Ed went through some possibilities. Perhaps he could scare them out of a con. He could dress up; if he showed up dressed as a police officer, or member of a bike gang, they would be too afraid to overcharge.
The following day Ed arrived at the Midas service centre dressed as a lion. A replacement starter motor cost him $1,600.