Me: Good morning, ma'am, dropping your car off for that brake job?
Her: Yes, F-man, here's the keys. (She notices Sam putting oil in a motor) Who's that?
Me: That's Samantha.
Her: What a pretty girl. Is she your granddaughter?
Me: You want your brakes to work when you leave here? Jesus H. Christ, I'm 44 years old.
Her: I thought you were Harry's age.
Me: Get out.