Day 8: Detailed
My exam today was done by one of the fellows, a doctor I hadn't met before. Imagine, if you will, a car wash attendant in east L.A. resentfully vacuuming the hidden recesses of a vintage Jaguar in mint condition, and you'll have a pretty good idea of how today's onslaught with the probe felt.
Of course, at this point my chassis is more '74-Nova-held-together-with-Bondo than anything else, so I suppose the analogy is a poor one.
I am proud that I successfully squelched the urge to bark, "Be sure to get those desiccated French fries off the carpet. And any change you find is mine."