The Ides of March 2011

Bon Jour Gentle Beloved reader, It is a cold and quiet Friday morning. I think that means we will have a busy afternoon. Day started with a 6 month old dog running around our lot, scared to death. Since our area is all business and busy streets, we coaxed the sweet guy into the shop. I called the police and they called the SPCA. They came and got him and then I started to cry. How could I feel so bad when the dog slept by my desk for just two hours? He had to have been abandoned. The police said if anyone called they would give them my number. People throw away animals all the time and it is so sad. Imagine the children thrown away daily in the world.

Ok, enough, now I am mad. I bought Abby a nice stapler for $25.00 at the office store and IT IS GONE. A customer put it in their pocket or purse. I should call the police! I get on the girls for leaving their cell phones and digital camera on the desk and they act like I am paranoid. Now, they will be more conscious of leaving things laying around. A STAPLER!

We have finished the Sisters of Charity car. We did it as a donation. It came in peeling everywhere and the roof was covered with rust. It is now beautiful! They are picking it up at 12:00. Everyone worked hard on it and we did it as a donation. I even got the Glass Company to not charge us to remove and install the rear windshield to repair the rust and put in new molding. He did not charge me, but came in with a piece of white tape on his black shirt calling himself Father Sal, telling me I am a sucker. After a lot of laughing, I smacked him.

We have been very busy and it is a blessing. Did I tell you about the man who started to yell at me regarding Priests and little boys......Did I tell you about the young man who came in yesterday for an estimate who could not stop sucking his thumb to talk......did I tell you about the woman who was so nasty about her repair, and she worked for the insurance company and the insurance claims adjuster was so sick of her nasty self, he called us and told us to give her car no matter what and that he never wanted to talk to her again. That is bad.

Did I tell you about the young gangster who gave us the name of Shawn God. No kidding. He had a dagger in his engine compartment. I took it out and gave it to a police friend. He said that it is used when he stops by the side of the road with his hood up and robs the first Good Samaritan who stops. He got so ugly when he came in I called the police, something I hate to do these days. I had to ask the officer to tell him to stop talking to my daughter-in-law like that. I asked them to run his license and he did not want to be bothered. There was no VIN on the car. He claimed, even though he signed his name, God, right by the total and the work order, that he was never told the price and it was not right. The cop told him to pay his bill and leave. He threatened me with various pains including a law suit and off he walked. I had visions of being chased home again and was a little nervous. His car looked way better than we expected it would and I am sure he thought so too. He just wanted to get out of paying for it. Funny, we never heard from him regarding his dagger.

With all my love for a blessed day, I am back to work. Lynn