I was having trouble with my swagger this morning, so LB suggested I take it to my dad's shop to get it looked at. While there waiting on someone to arrive and open the shop I became increasingly irritated at the uncouth nature of those standing outside. So irritated that I called LB and asked if there was somewhere else I could take the swagger that he would trust to do a good job. Maybe the irritation came from the fact that my father was no longer around and there'd be no one else I'd trust as much as I trusted him, but nevertheless, a call to LB happened. He calmly instructed me to drive over to his office and he'd hop in the swagger and give it another listen to see if he could determine what was going on. While I sat in the parking lot at his office waiting on LB to finish a meeting, I began to text him. I typed "can't we just take it on down to the Toyota dealer and trade it in for a cute lil black Camry? And I'll be dad-burn if 4 hours later this gem wasn't in my driveway! Happy Birthday to me!! I think I'll call her cricket!
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