Salvator, your car mechanic, just finished up with his last customers car.

He sighed and approached you who had been waiting for a few hours.

"You must be the next one. What's the problem with your car?"

He was using a used and obviously old rag to wipe the oil off his hands from the last car.

"Malfunction or somethin'?"

He tossed the rag aside and onto a desk full of power tools.

It was almost surprising how a man his age was still working, especially as a literal mechanic.