Just out of high school, the boys had stopped off at the Alfa car dealership looking for mechanics apprenticeships. Although he’d never got his hands greasy, Tom was strangely confident.
“My parents have a couple of Alfa Romeo 159 turbo diesels. Dad does all the repairs himself. Had a beast of a time getting the engine out. Talk about needing a lot of tools!”
The service manager was impressed.
“Shame you don’t have a driver’s licence or I’d give you a job.”
Tom felt 10 ft tall, although much better suited to a career in sales than mechanics.
98 Words. PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This is another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields.