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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Hades_911 on 2025-12-14 09:47:48+00:00.
This happened about 3 hours ago and I am currently looking for a new mechanic in a different zip code because I can never go back there again.
For context, I (26F) have recently fallen down the rabbit hole of "Spicy Fantasy" audiobooks. You know the ones, lots of brooding fae princes, wings, and chapters that are definitely NSFW. I usually listen to them with headphones while I do chores or commute.
My car has been making a weird rattling noise, so I took it to a local shop this morning. The mechanic is this older, very serious, gruff guy named "Mike." He’s the type who barely speaks and communicates mostly in grunts and nods. He told me he needed to drive the car around the block to hear the rattle, and asked me to hop in the passenger seat to point out when the noise happens.
Here is the fuck up.
I got in the passenger seat. Mike got in the driver's seat. He turned the key. My phone, which was in my purse, immediately auto-connected to the car's Bluetooth.
Now, usually, I have the radio off. But apparently, the last time I drove, I had the volume CRANKED because I was jamming out. Also, the Audible app on my phone has this fun little feature where it sometimes resumes playback automatically when it connects to a device.
So, the engine starts, and before I can even say "The noise comes from the left," the car speakers absolutely EXPLODE with the narrator's voice. And it wasn't a normal chapter. Oh no. It was right in the middle of a very descriptive, very anatomical scene involving a "throbbing velvet-wrapped steel" (yes, that was the actual phrase) and a lot of whimpering.
It played for maybe 4 seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
"...HE GRUNTED AS HE SLID HIS HAND DOWN HER THIGH AND—"
I panic-mashed the volume knob, but in my adrenaline haze, I turned it the WRONG WAY first, making it louder for a split second before finally muting it.
The silence that followed was heavy. It was thick. You could chew on it.
Mike didn't look at me. He didn't even blink. He just slowly put the car in reverse, backed out of the bay, and drove us around the block in absolute, dead silence for 10 minutes. He fixed the rattle (loose heat shield). When we got back to the shop, he handed me the keys, looked me dead in the eye, and simply said, "Radio works fine."
I paid and practically ran to my car. I am currently dying of shame.
TL;DR: Went on a test drive with a very serious mechanic. My phone auto-connected to Bluetooth and blasted a graphic sex scene from a fantasy audiobook at max volume. He drove in silence and then told me the "radio works fine."