I am grateful to be a mechanic.

Last interview I wore a Target polo shirt, clean dark Levis, and Dr. Martens, arrived by W126. Outshined the interviewer who was in cargo pants, hawaiian shirt, flipflops, and driving a 1970 Beetle, wouldn't you say?

Above average income and the work clothes arrive every Friday morning, clean and pressed. Glad I'm not, pardon the pun, in your shoes.