Today I was taking the old girl out for a spin...and by old girl I mean my ragged little Honda. I have tried to give her a nice break since the huge trek across the West. I was hoping that lightening her load and giving some time off would somehow magically repair the shakes that she was displaying throughout my entire journey. However, cruising slowly through the parking options of Boulder proved otherwise. As Christy and I parked the car and prepared to go enjoy a nice cup of joe, Christy's fresh pair of eyes spotted a tear in my front left tire. So, slowly and lovingly I made my way to a tire shop in Boulder. As soon as I arrived to Barney's it became quite clear that this may be the friendliest, and most joyous tire shop in existence. A lovely woman looked at my tire, looked at my car and assessed the situation. I would need a new tire (and by new I mean a new used tire), an alignment check and a tire rotation. So, I handed over my keys and took a stroll to kill time. Upon my return, while pulling out my wallet, she simply explained to me that there would be no charge. "Consider it a loan," she said, "and come see me if and when you want new tires."
What?
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exactly....what the?
ReplyDeleteNo one is seriously that generous. You're committed to her for life.