Short story:
So I pull the comanche into the shop, torch out a driveshaft u-joint and hammer in a new one. I've also had a power steering leak and my low pressure hose was old and soft so I figured it was it(it was part of it). So I pop that off and put on a new one. Then turned on the comanche and it pisses out power steering fluid. I figured it was the metal fitting so I sawzalled it off, sure enough it had a hole in it. Double hose clamped(I got lazy and didn't tighten the second one) the line onto what's left of the metal line. So since I was done, I clean up and open the garage door. SOME DICKASSBUTTRETARD PARKED IN FRONT OF THE DOOR.
I tried setting off their car alarm by jumping up and down on the side of the car. Then I just beeped my horn for a while, no one even looks out their window... I had to drive far enough for my truck to clear the lift arms, kick them all the way in, then back up to the lift post. From there I had to use the world's oldest floor jack under by rear axle to pull the ass end of the truck over 3-4 feet to make it possible to get out. Which I did, by a dick's width on either side. Ballsack. So now i'm home in my kitchen in my underwear eating pork fried rice. XXXX Boston.