Thursday, September 29, 2005

Norm!! (continued)

The Tire Shop fails to disappoint. Of course, with wonderful service, the Tire Shop finished my van in the same day as the drop off. I went in last night to pick it up, and introduced myself to the new kid, Tim. He obsequiously apologized for not knowing me, and said he would remember me in the future. Jeez, I felt like the Godfather! (In my best Godfather accent, I'm thinking, "You know, I really think you should try to work me in. There may come a time when you need certain favors...")

Gwen then explains to him how I'm the "Norm" of the joint. She then jokes that it's too bad they don't serve beer there!

"I would pay extra for that service," I reply.

At this point, Rusty, another guy at the desk, no kidding, reaches below the desk and pulls out an ice-cold bottle of Michelob Ultra. I was amazed. This place really does rock!

Rusty joked that at 7:00:05, the lights get turned down low and the beer comes out!

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