Why is it that I can rebuild a 40-year-old carburetor in 20 minutes with no instructions from parts laying around my house, but I can't seem to get a call back from Home Depot, or one of the countless other jobs I've applied for in the past month? Maybe people can sense that I have the tenacity to trade items hidden in black garbage bags, out of the trunk of my car. I mean, fair's fare. I quit a job in one of the worst economic recessions this country has known because of my "morals".
Oh well, here is a picture of that carburetor, in case you thought I was exaggerating.