Conor gurgled happily, sounding much like they were saying:
My old man used to have a bright yellow Cav estate, back in the '80s. Probably the summer between A-levels and Uni for me.
One day, he & I were heading down to a huge new supermarket, yet to open, to do some commissioning work on some equipment he'd sold to them. I topped the oil up before we left - typical Cav. We got down there, did the work, came out... and his Cav's parked in the spot RIGHT in front of the main store doors - in the newly tarmacced car park with the lines painted the previous day. In the middle of a HUGE pool of oil.
Surreptitiously, up comes the bonnet - and there's no filler cap. Still a bit of oil in, so we bugger off sharpish, and top it up round the corner. The petrol station had an old VW oil cap which they let him have, which fitted nicely.
Christ, I got so much grief for that.
Until he did the same a couple of months later.
Shortly afterwards, he had the starter motor changed - when he got it back, they handed him the original oil cap, which they'd found neatly wedged between motor and block...