So, I’m working as a mechanic, right? And the boss brings in this girl, saying she’s joining us as a mechanic too.
Man, did the guys lose their minds! A girl mechanic? They couldn’t believe it! They start messing with her right away, stuffing her car with all the trash from around, chucking their greasy rags at her like, “You’re the woman, you deal with the laundry.” And the worst part? They locked her in the repair pit overnight. I stayed out of it, didn’t wanna get involved. But man, none of us saw what was coming.
The next day, this shiny black Bugatti pulls up, windows so dark you can’t see inside. We all crowd around, and when the doors open, we’re all shocked.
It’s her, the girl mechanic! And then she says that line that changed everything: “You boys might think you know cars, but let me tell you something—this Bugatti is worth more than every single one of your salaries combined. And guess who owns it?”
We stood there, mouths agape, staring at her like she’d just walked off the set of some Hollywood movie. She stepped out of the car wearing sleek black boots, jeans rolled up just enough to show them off, and a leather jacket that screamed confidence. Her name tag read “Samantha,” though no one had bothered to learn it before now.
The guys started whispering among themselves. Some tried to laugh it off, saying things like, “Oh, yeah, sure. Like someone like her could afford something like that. ” Others muttered about how maybe she stole it or won it in some lottery. But Samantha didn’t flinch. She leaned against the hood of her car, arms crossed, looking each of us dead in the eye.
“Here’s the thing,” she continued, her voice calm but firm. “I didn’t come here for your approval. I came here because fixing engines is what I love doing. It’s not about proving anything to anyone—it’s about passion. But if you want to act like jerks, fine. Just know this: I’m better than any of you will ever be.”
That shut everyone up real quick. Even Tony, the head mechanic who thought he ruled the shop, looked like he’d been slapped across the face.
Over the next few days, Samantha proved herself over and over again. Not only was she an absolute wizard with tools—diagnosing problems faster than anyone else—but she also had a knack for teaching others without making them feel small. The customers loved her, too. Word spread fast about the new mechanic who could fix anything, and soon the shop was busier than ever.
But the guys still weren’t happy. They grumbled behind her back, calling her stuck-up and arrogant. One afternoon, while Samantha was under a lifted truck replacing its transmission, Tony decided to pull another prank. He loosened the jack holding the vehicle up, thinking it would scare her—or worse.
What he didn’t count on was Samantha noticing immediately. She slid out from under the truck, wiped her hands on a rag, and stared him down. “Really?” she said, shaking her head. “You’re going to try that old trick? Pathetic.”
