07/13/2026 from Daily Jokes
#22375
The garage was filled with the familiar symphony of clanking tools, the hiss of an air compressor, and the faint smell of motor oil and old coffee. Tony, a mechanic with twenty years of experience and grease permanently etched into his fingerprints, was deep in the guts of a
Harley-Davidson. He had the cylinder head off, his hands elbow-deep in the engine, when he glanced up and noticed a customer waiting by the service desk.
It was Dr. Harrison, one of the most renowned cardiologists in the city. Tony had seen his face in the local paper more times than he could count. The doctor was patiently waiting for the service manager to come out and discuss his bike’s issues.
Tony couldn’t resist. He wiped his hands on a greasy red rag, straightened up, and shouted across the garage, “Hey, Doc! Come take a look at this!”
Dr. Harrison, mildly curious, walked over to where Tony was standing beside the disassembled Harley.
Tony gestured dramatically at the engine block, his voice carrying the pride of a craftsman who truly loved his work. “So, Doc, look at this engine. I open up its heart, take the valves out, repair any damage, fix what’s broken, and then put it all back together. When I’m done, it runs just like brand new.” He paused, leaning against the workbench, and let out a long, thoughtful sigh. “So how come I make thirty-nine thousand a year, and you get the really big bucks—nearly two million—when you and I are basically doing the same work?”
The garage went quiet for a moment. The only sound was the distant hum of a radio playing classic rock.
Dr. Harrison looked at the engine, then at Tony, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He leaned in close, his voice low and calm, and whispered:
“Try doing it with the engine running.”
