Ex-Wife Mocked Me for Being a Mechanic, I Crashed Her Stock

My car broke down on the road, so I took off my jacket, popped the hood, and started checking the problem right there at the curb.

A brand new convertible swung in and stopped in front of me, close enough to make a point.

My ex-wife Sarah got out on the arm of a man in a tailored suit, one hand clamped over her nose in disgust.

"Leo, all these years since the divorce and you're still a bottom-rung mechanic who reeks of motor oil."

I wiped the grease off my hands. I could not be bothered to explain that this limited-edition supercar was one I had picked up brand new.