Mumblings
Time for the new puzzler. This one is automotive and folkloric and all the things we like.
Here we go.
This one comes from the days when Krusty first came on to work for us.
So Krusty had an old 55 Chevy pickup truck, or something like that. A real beast of a truck. This thing was beautiful.
One day after our work day was finished, Krusty was outside on the street with his pickup truck. He's got the right rear wheel jacked up. He's got a little hydraulic jack and he has the right rear wheel off the ground.
I'm ready to go home for the night. So I am on my way out and I see him. So I ask him what's wrong. I ask him if he has a flat tire or something and did he need help?
And he says, "No, I don't..." and then he grumbles a bunch of words under his breath, he mumbles something about "starter, motor, battery, late for dinner..." I couldn't quite understand him. And I was late for dinner too, so I got in my car and drove away.
And as I drove away, I saw him let the truck down. And I saw him drive away in the opposite direction.
So, what was he doing? And what were these mumblings all about?
Good luck.
