On Good Friday morning I walked into the lounge and greeted the two guys waiting there.
Pat was in town from Kansas City over Easter to visit his mother. He’d brought her car in for service. What a good son.
He writes loss prevention insurance. When his clients ask how to prevent accidents he says, “Say please and thank you more often. When there’s respect, everything goes better.”
It’s lightweight oil that greases the machine.
The other guy was peeling a banana. He said he was a retired priest. “Sometimes I like to take the shuttle out and back just to meet people.”
When I asked him to come along he declined. He was having an oil change and was hoping to leave before I returned.
Too bad. He would have enjoyed himself. Maybe next time.
No comments:
Post a Comment