I have this working theory that the quality of the stuff a woman works with correlates inversely with her husband's ability to fix crappy old stuff and hold complex systems together with duck tape, superglue, and a blowtorch. 

 Like, if her husband is a car mechanic, she'll probably be driving something nearly-rusted through, that he rescued from the junkyard.
Source: I have a cousin married to a car mechanic. 😄  

 My experience is that mechanics always have the most messed up, junk cars.