A few days ago I was at the auto parts store when an young cute blond came in and asked for a "seven-hundred-ten" for her car. No one had any clue what the part was, even the manager. “Come on!” she said, exasperated. “Every car I’ve ever had has one! But mine fell off, and I need a new one.” Finally, even though I wasn’t an auto parts professional, just another customer, I stepped in. “Would it help to look under my hood, and you can point out what it is you want?” I asked. “Yes!” she exclaimed, and I led the good looking blond to my car with a parade of parts guys, every last one of them, following right behind. I opened the hood. “Is there a 710 on this car?” I asked. She pointed and said, “Of course, it’s right there!” And here’s what we saw:
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