Ever get sick of being the family and neighborhood mechanic?

don't you know it. little bro, bro n law, sis n law. it's always a phone call first..."got a question for ya". then comes the long, drawn out, not so descriptive, description of the problem. then it's "well, i guess i'll have to take it somewhere. you know anybody that can fix it?" then of course, i come home from work and there the pile sits and my wife says he/she brought it over said you were gonna fix it. sometimes i wish i couldn't fix ****..........................................................well, no not really.