Two Mister Lee

In one day I had two men named Lee in the shuttle. Both of them with AC problems. Both of them with a cooler ride home.

The first Mister Lee is from South Viet Nam. He’s works as a tae kwon do instructor. We talked about breathing and movement. We might speak of that more at a later date. He married a Thai woman. She's very smart and he admits to being lucky guy. She was born in China and moved to Thailand before coming here. They both speak English - thank goodness. She does not speak Vietnamese and he speaks no Thai or Chinese.

Mister Lee number two was born in South Korea. His family emigrated to Brazil when he was three years old. They stayed 15 years before coming to the States 30 years ago. His parents kept the native language instruction alive in him and he’s still fluent in Korean. He has forgotten most of his Portuguese. Here’s a guy that can tell you how great America is and you know he has something to compare to.

The next day I take two Asian women - a grandmother/granddaughter couple - to Steins Garden Center a block from the dealership. They were going to buy plants while their car was being serviced. The plan was to pick one of them up while the other guarded the purchases.

When their car was ready I called them for pickup. The younger asked if I could wait another 15 minutes. They had walked across the street to Pho Viet and were finishing lunch. I pulled up to the restaurant in 10 minutes and they were waiting outside already.

When the grandmother got in I asked her how she liked it.
“Good. Next time. You come with us. Have noodle.”

I am continually amazed at the good people coming through the dealer service drive.