I hate hate HATE dealing with anything related to mechanics or auto parts stores, because I really don't know what I'm talking about with the workings of cars, and that makes the men (always men) working there treat me like an airhead and I have to resist the urge to scream "I am an astrophysicist! I'm not stupid! I just don't know the proper name for that car thingie I'm asking about!!" and I feel stupid and ragey the whole time I'm there. AAAGGGHHH.