It was nearly fifteen minutes later before Tad walked into the bar with grease up to his elbows and a splotch or two on his face.  He scanned the crowd, grimacing at the presence of all the city folk (they ruined the landscape as far as he was concerned,) then headed over to the ladies.<br/><br/><b>"Sorry, Ma'am, I think its something in the radiator, but I got no more an idea than that.  You'll have to wait for the mechanic.  Now, if'n y'all excuse me, I'll be cleaning up.  Jeff, you got anything back there'll take this grease off?"</b><br/><br/>The man handed Tad a bottle of pumice soap, and Tad disappeared with it into the bathrooms.