My mother always says this to me, because her mother always said it to her:

"Be sure to marry a plumber, an electrician, or a mechanic."

I think that's excellent advice. Think about many of life's unexpected and tragically expensive surprises. The wiring in your house goes wonky. A pipe breaks. Your car needs work.

Sadly, I have not found a man from any or all of these categories to call my very own, so I continue to fend for myself, a single lady in a cruel world of broken things that I don't understand.

I've had to take my car in to the dealer a few times in the past couple of months to get some things fixed. What did I get fixed, you ask? I have no idea. Things, ok? And as I sat on the beat up sofa in the waiting room, I began to think of how lovely it would be if there was a mechanic for ladies. Someplace where I felt comfortable.

Here are my ideas for the Mechanic for Ladies:

Vibrant colors. I'm not saying you have to decorate with hot pink furniture, slick white floors, and shiny black chandeliers, but let's make the place a little fun. Let's take down the posters of a clean oil valve compared with a dirty oil valve. (Is an oil valve a real thing? Does it get dirty? Don't know. Don't care.) Let's see some photographs of tulips, swingsets in meadows, and George Clooney.
Easy-to-understand diagnostic results. When you come at me saying that my CV boot joint is cracked, (I know that's a real thing. Boo yah.) I don't know what that means! I don't know if it's important to get it fixed! Maybe you can put it in relationship terms for me. Make up a short story about dating couple Ryan and Kim, and tell me what will happen to their love if their cracked CV boot joint is left unattended. Then I will happily hand over the $467 for you to fix it. I'll do anything for love.
Free cappuccino. And can you teach the barista to make little hearts in the foam? Because I like that.
Things for me to do while I wait. If I'm going to be sitting at the dealership for 5 hours, I need more to do than stare at the pictures of tulips, swingsets, and George that you're going to put up. How about I get a mani-pedi and an eyebrow wax? How about your organize a Friends trivia contest starting every hour on the hour? How about a nice chair massage?
Hot shirtless mechanics. Not that I don't totally appreciate the 4'10 Filipino man who fixes my Kia, but throw me a bone, ok?

I'm just saying is all. If I'm really going to pay $786.50 cents for you to repair my catalytic spark axle socket, then let's make it an enjoyable experience.

I'm telling you. Mechanic for Ladies. It's totally gonna be a thing.