In San Jose, I lived in a neighborhood of mid-1950s houses. Many occupations: Retired, wallboard installers, car side stripe installer (free-lance), Baker, Bank VP, sandwich shop owner, Dean of Admissions at State College, welder, waiter and so on. Lot's of friendly talent and we did many activities together.
On Saturday, I wandered over to Bill, a top-notch mechanic for Waste Dosposal. He was so good he was in the Truck Repair Olympics every time, usually getting up to the regionals or state challanges. (FYI Each run-off gabage truck is rigged with six faults. The first to find 'em, fix 'em and drive over the line wins and goes on. IIRC) Bill had Sue's Buick Apollo dashbord torn apart and scattered all over the inside of the car. "What's up?" "Sue said she can't get any heat - and dammit, she's right!. Just defrost. "Bill, go get me a beer." (One of the major brewing firms had disposed of their out-of-date beer and Bill and the boys had pulled it out of the dump. Bill had a 6' double stack of cases of MGD) Bill got us both a cold one and when he got back, I pointed at something and said, "There's your problem." OK What was it? You have all the info you need. (I sent this to Car Talk, but I don't think that they ran it.)
No prizes, just bragging rights. Karl