Cooties

[Kent McLean]

It must be Cooties[1]. There's no other rational explanation.

I just had the oil cooler and lines replaced on my '89 200 TQ.
After I settled the bill (I think I've bought my Audi twice
now), the technician went to pull the car out of the service 
bay. After a few minutes, there was no car. I poked my head 
into the service bay. "Can't start it." The mechanics pushed 
it onto the car lift (is that a car elevator in the UK?). 

Up on the lift, one mechanic turned the key to start it, while 
the rest of us watched a wire (?) between the starter and its
solenoid glow and spark. The Cooties had transferred to the 
starter.

One used starter later, I'm finally back on the road.

I keep pumping money into this beast. If it were a V8 or an 
S4, I wouldn't be so down on it. There was a nice Pearl and
Black V8 on the lift next to mine. When I asked Tim if it
was for sale, he said, "You don't want that. Do you think
you have problems now?" At least it would be a V8 ...

Regards,
Kent McLean

[1] Cooties: US English (New England?) term. Little girls 
have them. Little boys don't want them. When a little girl
touches a little boy, the little boy gets them. The only way 
he can get rid of them is to touch another little boy and 
shout, "Cooties." And if he is smart, he'll add, "I quit."