[M.D. Holloway]

About a month ago we had our carpets cleaned by Stanley Steamer – they came late - 9PM…blah blah blah…lots of noise…cops come because it was too noisey. Our “good friends” called them! Seriously. Anyways, on Friday night just as I’m getting home the phone rings and it’s the couple who called the cops on us. Seems as though they got into a car accident – nobody was hurt but they didn’t have their insurance card on them and the guy that hit them didn’t either (the other guy didn’t even have a license!). They called up my Wife wanting me to pick up one of them and drive them home to get the insurance card! Talk about brass balls!

Without hesitation she told them I would and without hesitation yet with plenty of sarcasm I went to get them. He stayed with their truck while I took her to their home. All the while I could help but comment on how much she was gonna get ribbed about this request, about how ironic it was that she called us and that I thought that they had a better relationship with John Law all the while humming that song by Alonis Morrestt “Isn’t Ironic”. She apologized up and down. I told here not to worry about it – that when it comes right down to it and the chips are down that friends are there for friends and I was glad she felt that we were close enough that she could depend on us…

So I drop her off. I pulled alongside her husband’s truck and asked: “So can you walk? Cuz I figured with brass balls the size you must have dangle between your legs that you would have some serious problems walking”? I could tell he was stunned, embarrassed and basically didn’t know what to say. I figured I would let him feel a little more uncomfortable so I just looked at him for what was maybe only 5 seconds but must have felt like 5 hours to him. Finally I said “Dude, just bust’n ya. No harm. It’s cool. Call me anytime you need help.”

Wow…ah…wow…