He got the hang of measuring at least twice before we cut once. Then when we started bending he learned to measure to the inner angle so it would be a...curate. As we went along, I called out the number of the part so he would remember to number each piece and the significance of numbering the pieces. We cleaned up all the ends, setting up the stands, and tacking the front end first, followed by the rear, and finally the cage.It took us an hour to re-measure every thing as something was out of. Friday night rolled around and the plans were put into place. Like any other Friday, I went to work and acted like nothing had ever happened. Around 6:00 I made my phone call and told my friends to meet me at the hotel so we could get started. Everyone arrived right at 8:00. We wasted no time and got right down to business. You see when I said friends I meant just that. I called my so called best friend, a guy I knew from high school and my ex-girlfriend. Everyone had arrived together so nobody. They swapped tools, banter and offered each other unnecessary advice on how best to manage the job. All was going well till Dean's hand slipped and he dropped a spanner. It clattered down through the engine bay and fell through, neatly catching Callie on the bridge of the nose."Ah!" She rolled onto her face, hugging her nose."Shit! Are you all right? I'm sorry, it slipped." The concern in Dean's voice would've made her laugh if her nose didn't hurt so much."Crap, how about warning a girl?" She. "What'sgoing on?" he asked cautiously.Anya leaped from the sleigh and tugged Greg out. "Look, theteam isn't used to being a mixed team. The reindeer are nervous.They can sense that you aren't the same as they are."Greg frowned. "I don't follow. What do you mean, not the same?"Then he saw where Anya was leading him.Anya explained quickly. "They're all girls. Santa is a girl. I'm agirl. But you're not."Greg frowned. "First you introduce me to a Santa that belongs ina calendar. Then you.