you needed a tune up so you drove to a place called "smokeys automotive service", it was known as the "best dang garage in town". You made an appointment with this smokey guy and you have no idea who he is or what he looked like, the most you knew what he own this company. As you parked into the garage you looked around with your eyes and saw the place was a bit of a mess. After a couple a minutes you saw a 1946 Hudson pickup truck drive in.

"Hello, I'm smokey. What seems to be the problem?"