Mainsplainers make me want to nerf-dart them so badly. Like, OH JEEZ WHY ELSE WOULD A WHEEL FALL OFF THE CAR, A MAGICAL GNOMECURSE?

If I didn't know the exact WORD for the lugnuts I'd still be able to go 'well shit, the nuts and/or bolts of my wheel just up and died like asses'. Which is no fucking cause for scorn. Yard-apes.

I just randomly remembered a story my dad told me when teaching me to change a tire on a car. One of his co-workers had the lugnuts up and die on her rear passenger-side wheel, so she pulls over, and gets a boyscouty mansplainer shortly as she's waiting on the CAA.

"Do you need help changing a tire?" he says.
She replies, "Well, it'd be nice if it was possible to!"
"Oh, did no one teach you how?"
"...Mmmmyes, they did, but I can't change the tire."
"You mean, you have no spare? But you should ALWAYS--"
"I have a spare, dude, but I can't put it on the car."
"But you just said you know how to change a tire!"
"I do."
"Then why can't you change it?" he asks, now totally confused and a little put out at her irreverence.
"I have no nuts," says she, and grins. "They must've fallen off as I was driving."

I was of course giggling like mad for the rest of the day.