Many years ago when my son was in high school he had a car that needed some work (exhaust system) and the local yokel that worked on it really did him dirty. I tried to let Michael handle it but he was in over his head so Mama Bear stepped in. We (Michael and a couple of his friends who happened to be there at the time) went to the shop and and did my best Suzanne Sugarbaker on them. Got a free redo of the whack job they did. For years if either of those boys had a problem they would jokingly ask if I could handle it for them.
Originally Posted by Eddie
I showed that notice to my wife while ago. As she read it, I could tell what was coming. She looked at me with "that" gleam in her eye and a smile and said "Do you want me to call them?" :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: I laughed :lol: and said that I already had. They should count themselves VERY fortunate that it was I that called them and not HER!