This letter is really long over due. I’ve been meaning to write to thank you for all of your help over the years.
As you know, I have gotten myself into some pretty difficult situations. Somehow, you always make it seem like you have seen it all before–like it is not just me.
I know that you try really hard to help me out financially too. This last thing, well I think that $500 you shaved off literally saved my marriage.
I know you must get some grief from clients because your place is kind of a dump. I am not being mean–I’m just saying the place could use some cleaning, disinfecting, decorating (I have just the girl for you,) or a nuclear bomb. But, appearance does not matter.
What matters is that, now, when I pull into the parking lot, you come right out to say hello. Like an old friend, you remember my name and ask about my kids.
You have never made me feel irresponsible for being at your place again and again.
It is so nice to hear a MAN confirm that it is NOT always my fault.
That, sometimes, the garage doors ARE too narrow. That whoever decided to put a solid METAL mail box at the end of an S-shaped drive way should be smacked…right after the guy that created the S-shaped driveway.
It is remarkable to me how you can replace the same side-view mirror 3 times in one year and never blink.
I can’t tell you how much better I felt when you explained to me that many people do not notice the mailbox scraping the side of the car until a small ditch has been dug from front to back tire.
I was really beating myself up about that one.
Your idea to always buy cars that are the exact same color as our garage trim was brilliant…I know. How many times can one car be buffed?
Anyway, after this last situation with the water and everything, I had to drop this note.
By my calculations, you have rebuilt the entire Volvo over the years: driver’s side mirror three times, driver’s door three times, passenger door once, back bumper twice (one of those was NOT my fault–he rear-ended me,) passenger side mirror once—again, not my fault–I was very clear that I was changing lanes, and the front hood one time–no recollection how that happened. .
It seems we have already paid you enough to have just bought a brand new Volvo. God help me, Chuck. If Chris realizes that, it will be the end of me for sure.
When he comes in this week shaking his head, hand outstretched with a check for you. Go ahead and pat him on the back and ACT like you sympathize. But, let’s not forget that I have put braces on your kids’ teeth, paid their way through college and am at least on my way to covering grad school.
Let that “man to man” sympathy end quickly and quietly. You keep making my cars new again, and I promise, I will keep destroying them.
Till next time, could you replace my personalized parking spot sign in your parking lot? It just seemed to jump right in my way the other day…