Pain in the Humvee

A Humvee had been left over night. The owner – one of those schoolboy yuppie types - wanted Willard to give the Humvee a wash – not just any old wash, but a spic and span. Folks pay through the nose for a spic and span, says Willard. But when he gets in in the morning, Willard find the Humvee covered in sand, like it’d been through Desert Storm. You know, says Willard. I pride myself on getting the job done.

When Willard goes to put on the hose, nothing works. I’m telling you, says Willard, I thought there was a real pain in the Humvee.