If Freud had been a mechanic

This past week I brought my scoot into the shop to have the shock absorbers replaced.  I've put over 70,000 kilometers on it in just two years, and I figured it was about time.

Once my mechanic had finished installing the new shocks, he suggested I take it for a quick spin just to make sure everything felt okay.

I couldn't have been more than five minutes from the shop when I hit a poorly maintained section of roadway, and instinctively winced as I went over a few choice pot holes.  But instead of the teeth jarring bumps I was expecting, I was shocked (pun intended) to feel almost nothing but a smooth ride.  It was like riding a new scooter!

I circled back, pulled into the shop, and almost before I'd come to a full stop started going on and on about how great it felt.

My mechanic assumed a faraway look of world-weary wisdom, and set off down the following train of thought:

"Shocks are like a bad relationship; a marriage that is doomed from the start. When you start out, everything seems great. But over time, things get worse and worse so gradually that you don't even notice... and by the time you're really suffering, you can't even put your finger on what the problem is… you just know you're unhappy, things aren't right, but you don't know why! It gets to the point where all the fun has gone out of the relationship and you find yourself on the street, constantly looking at what else is out there…"

Just then, his cell phone rang, breaking in on his riff, and he answered it, "Hallo...Oh, hi sweetie… great, how're you… yeah… yeah… milk, eggs, and and a newspaper... yeah, okay, I'll see you later. I Love you too!"

He then turned back to me, clearly having forgotten what he'd just been talking about, searched his memory to try to get back on track, and finally said, "So, you're happy with the way the shocks feel?"

The couple of people standing nearby who'd overheard his long analogy of how shocks are like a bad relationship, all started howling with laughter. I joined in when I saw the confused look on my mechanic's face… he had no clue about the irony of the situation, or what we found so funny!

For his sake, I really hope he was just waxing philosophical and not talking about his own situation… but I'm honestly not sure.