I grabbed a couple neighbors to help me push the newly acquired parts car up my driveway. Next door neighbor brought his 5yr old kid. Neighbor is a really nice guy who I grab routinely when I need another pair of hands.
Recall the tale of the cute blond neighbor that banged on my garage door at 1AM furious at the racket I was making? Really nice guy is her husband. How nice is he?
Scott: “Justin, I’m really really sorry about making all that noise and getting Dina so upset last night”.
Justin: “Oh don’t worry about it, I didn’t hear a thing. Dina’s a little high strung”.
That’s how nice he is.
So 2 neighbors, 5yr old and I go to the parts car. The paint on the car is awful but the sheetmetal is pretty close to flawless. Justin says to the 5yr old, “you want to ride on the hood”, and then to my horror picks up the kid and plops him on the middle of my hood. Denting it, of course.
Scott: “Dude, what are you doing, that’s my hood”?
Justin: “Scott man, it’s a POS that you’re just taking parts from, what do you care?”
Scott: “Yes, but the hood is one of the parts I need. I went to a lot of trouble to get that hood.”
Shit.