A blonde pulled into a gas station one afternoon because her car had been making a strange noise.
She got out, looked around like she knew exactly what she was doing, then opened the hood with confidence.
The gas station attendant watched from a distance as she leaned over the engine, found the dipstick, pulled it out, wiped it carefully, and stared at it for a few seconds.
She frowned.
Then she pushed it back in, pulled it out again, and looked even more confused.
After another moment of deep thinking, she walked over to the attendant, holding the dipstick in her hand.
“Excuse me,” she said politely, “do you sell longer dipsticks here?”
The attendant blinked. “Longer dipsticks?”
“Yes,” she said. “For checking the oil.”
Trying not to laugh, he asked, “Why exactly do you need a longer one?”
She sighed, held it up, and said:
“Because this one isn’t long enough to reach the oil.”
