Bloodiest Shop Work Story Ever

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I don't have any excessively bloody stories per se, but I do seem to shed blood every time I do something more complex than change the oil. I finally just told my wife that the car gods demand some sort of blood sacrifice as payment for trespassing on their domain; and if blood wasn't spilled, the repair would be a failure, only to be propitiated by spilling even more blood on the re-repair.

So far, it's as good an explanation as any.

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