Most grounded/honest women get it, but all real men do.

So, my neighbor asks me to come along with her, for winter to summer tire change. It's a Maine climate, and woman with knuckle dragging mechanic sort of thing. Now, this lady, also Mom of our twins, for whom I bought the home next door when we split up, (how's that for scummy virtue signalling?), began her nursing career as a diploma RN. Three years of intensive work/training, no academic degree, but life in the student dorm connected to the horsepital, where you could be called in at any time to help out and learn. No more such programs, all now lead to parchment, and almost no practical knowledge. But these ladies (no men) all taught us how really to get to know and to care for patients. First try emergent IV access, when even the surgeons can't get in. Nuff said.
So after years as a triage RN in casualty, she completes training as a nurse practitioner. Point is, she's tough, and tolerates fools like me, but few others. We could never be an item again, but are pals, and loving coparents. Mutual support, based on life skills, is the message
So why would she feel she need's me along for something as 'routine' as a tire rotation? During the act, I'm out sniffing with Bravo. He the grass, me the dames. She calls us back in to the garage. Seems like the tech suggests the need for addition of a 50 USD rim part, which corrosion made necessary. Car with close to 300K Km. Silly issue. Mean Tire Pressure Sensor valve--oh yeah, it's too hard to just look at the tire to see if air is needed. New cars. I inspect the part, and the rim, and agree. But I digress.
So, they finish the job, and on driving away, super nursie notices an idiot light on, signaling a faulty MTPS valve. The same rim onto which the aftermarket part was installed. She proudly returns into the fray, telling me that she can handle it without us. But they try to shuck 'n jive her, Obama/Biden style, claiming these things "always tend to work themselves out by just a little driving". They can, but rarely do. She tries to differ, but finally gets me for backup. Bravo and I enter (do 50+ Kg ears back GSD's ever help in such things?), and I sense the dynamic. Three gruff men onto one pretty petite girl. So I lecture these three grease monkey unshaven arseholes about the differences betweem OEM and aftermarket replacement parts, how removing the rim and tire, and repositioning the valve stem, then resetting the idiot light with the port connecterd computed monitor---usually works. And I threaten to call the manager. And corporate. They all back down, do as I suggest, and problem solved.
Any ladies ever been there? Any real men out there? Did I just make all this up?