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Let's commence 10 a very long time. My father and I were out one Saturday last spring searching for parts for my wood stove. We looked in a few places around town, and then decided to check out the local appliance repair man or woman. This must have been a different experience for Dad because now, as opposed to being the appliance repair professional, he was the customer. And there was the Appliance guy, a weeks growth on his face, leaning back on the counter, half smoked cigarette hanging from his lips, the air blue from smoke, wearing a greasy and torn shirt that hadn't seen a washer in a few weeks, giving us the whole picture. You know the look. Along that says, I've got 20 minutes till closing, I should not be here on a Saturday, and least of all, I don't want to speak with anyone, so leave me alone and go shut off. |