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This is a long story. Stick with me. It's a good story.
So about 3 weeks ago, I had made plans to go with the owner of my shop and another sales dummy, my buddy Larry, hunting in SE GA to remedy the bosss property of a 500lb. pig that has been ruining his food plots.
Meanwhile my parents called me in the middle of last week to ask if they could come visit this weekend. They told me that the business my father works for has been really down and it looks like they won't be able to come visit again for a really long time.
I would go visit them, but at the moment, I have no reliable automobile to get there. My wife and I are sharing a crappy civic that's on it's last leg. I sold my Cobra so I could pay for my wedding. It was the only thing I really had of any real value, so I decided to trade it for a great marriage to the woman I love. I kept telling myself that I'd get a truck when times got better, but the truck I want is too expensive and very specific. I want an extended cab 4x4 with a gas V8. Those things aint exactly affordable at the moment. My father offered to help me get one quite a while back, but I never ask him for anything. Never have.
For those that know me, they know that I'm not one to ask anyone for help. It's not just a matter of pride. I believe that if you're a good person and you put out a lot of good karma it'll all come back around and things will work out. Anyways. I digress.
So, a while back, My friend, who lives in the same town as my parents, Nick, got laid off and after a long time of no work was forced to sell his toolbox (he was a mechanic). He got offered a job with a new shop about a month ago and I gave him my giant Matco toolbox so he could go back to work. I also left a whole bunch of good Snap-on air tools in there for him. Since then, I've been keeping my tools in a dresser in my garage. As the karma rolled around, it turns out that another friend of mine that lives in the same town sold all of his tools and told me he was giving me his toolbox whether I wanted it or not. (that's how people usually give me things. lol)
Since my parents weren't going to be able to come visit for a long time and I had no way to go visit them, I told the boss that I was going to stay home. He's a really cool guy so he said it was cool and we'd just go next weekend. I called my parents and told them to come down and my father told me that my buddy had dropped that toolbox off and he was bringing it to me.
My father has this great giant diesel dually. He loves his big ass trucks and this thing is his pride and joy. They had said that the business took a hit, but they hadn't told me any details.
Mt parents got to my house before Sarah and I got home from work, We had to work late, especially me with my new second job. My parents called me and said to pull around to the garage so my father and I could go ahead and get this toolbox out of the truck. When I pulled around, I saw what I knew was going to be a sad explanation, a smaller truck. I walked over and asked my dad what was up with the truck.
He said, "I bought a different truck.
I said, "in addition to the dually?"
He said, "no, instead of."
Trying to keep it upbeat and not let the sadness come out, I said, "well, this is a great truck and any truck is better than no truck." He kinda dodged it and just said, "lets get this toolbox." I know he loved that dually and that having to get rid of that thing and downgrade is a big deal. I felt really really bad for him.
While we were getting the toolbox out, I couldn't help but still be a little jealous of him. As we're lifting this toolbox and shifting it around, I'm noticing this gorgeous truck... Ford F-150 extended cab 4x4 with the Triton V8. "Son of a bitch, this is downgrading for him", I thought. This is my f@#$ing dream truck. ...Lariat edition no less, the best... Batsard. Add to this that I quit smoking on Friday and it's easy to figure that I was somewhere between sad for my father and jealously pissed and frustrated.
We got the toolbox out of the truck and positioned it in the garage. Then, I notice my mother taking a camera out of her purse. I though, "why does she want to take a picture of my new toolbox?" Then, she says, "Jim, you're confused. This isn't your truck. ...........This is Dylan's truck."
She snapped a picture of my contorted face as I struggled to process what she said.
I said, "huh?"
She said, "This is your truck."
I looked at her for a second, looked at my father who now was sporting a big grin, then back at her... another picture flash fires off.
I said, "what do you mean my truck?"
She said, "Just what I said, "your truck."
At that point, a fountain of obsinities sprouted forth from my mouth filled with excitement.
My father said, "I know how bad you've wanted a truck for a long long time and I know that you're just too financially strapped right now. I also know that you won't let anyone do anything nice for you or help you out. (I've heard this a lot lately.)
He explained that they wanted some grand kids and when we finally did have them, he wanted them in a big safe vehicle, not in that little POS civic. I said, "well we wouldn't have kids until we have a new good family car anyways." He said, "exactly. Now get to work."
So to make a long story long, my father gave me my dream truck.
OH! and I said, "well what about the business being crappy? He said, "we lied. The business is doing fine. I still have my dually. We just had to cook up a story to surprise you.
So I ended up with a new toolbox, no smoking habit, AND A TRUCK! How kick ass is that? This has been quite a weekend. Talk about going through a big ass range of emotions. lol
So about 3 weeks ago, I had made plans to go with the owner of my shop and another sales dummy, my buddy Larry, hunting in SE GA to remedy the bosss property of a 500lb. pig that has been ruining his food plots.
Meanwhile my parents called me in the middle of last week to ask if they could come visit this weekend. They told me that the business my father works for has been really down and it looks like they won't be able to come visit again for a really long time.
I would go visit them, but at the moment, I have no reliable automobile to get there. My wife and I are sharing a crappy civic that's on it's last leg. I sold my Cobra so I could pay for my wedding. It was the only thing I really had of any real value, so I decided to trade it for a great marriage to the woman I love. I kept telling myself that I'd get a truck when times got better, but the truck I want is too expensive and very specific. I want an extended cab 4x4 with a gas V8. Those things aint exactly affordable at the moment. My father offered to help me get one quite a while back, but I never ask him for anything. Never have.
For those that know me, they know that I'm not one to ask anyone for help. It's not just a matter of pride. I believe that if you're a good person and you put out a lot of good karma it'll all come back around and things will work out. Anyways. I digress.
So, a while back, My friend, who lives in the same town as my parents, Nick, got laid off and after a long time of no work was forced to sell his toolbox (he was a mechanic). He got offered a job with a new shop about a month ago and I gave him my giant Matco toolbox so he could go back to work. I also left a whole bunch of good Snap-on air tools in there for him. Since then, I've been keeping my tools in a dresser in my garage. As the karma rolled around, it turns out that another friend of mine that lives in the same town sold all of his tools and told me he was giving me his toolbox whether I wanted it or not. (that's how people usually give me things. lol)
Since my parents weren't going to be able to come visit for a long time and I had no way to go visit them, I told the boss that I was going to stay home. He's a really cool guy so he said it was cool and we'd just go next weekend. I called my parents and told them to come down and my father told me that my buddy had dropped that toolbox off and he was bringing it to me.
My father has this great giant diesel dually. He loves his big ass trucks and this thing is his pride and joy. They had said that the business took a hit, but they hadn't told me any details.
Mt parents got to my house before Sarah and I got home from work, We had to work late, especially me with my new second job. My parents called me and said to pull around to the garage so my father and I could go ahead and get this toolbox out of the truck. When I pulled around, I saw what I knew was going to be a sad explanation, a smaller truck. I walked over and asked my dad what was up with the truck.
He said, "I bought a different truck.
I said, "in addition to the dually?"
He said, "no, instead of."
Trying to keep it upbeat and not let the sadness come out, I said, "well, this is a great truck and any truck is better than no truck." He kinda dodged it and just said, "lets get this toolbox." I know he loved that dually and that having to get rid of that thing and downgrade is a big deal. I felt really really bad for him.
While we were getting the toolbox out, I couldn't help but still be a little jealous of him. As we're lifting this toolbox and shifting it around, I'm noticing this gorgeous truck... Ford F-150 extended cab 4x4 with the Triton V8. "Son of a bitch, this is downgrading for him", I thought. This is my f@#$ing dream truck. ...Lariat edition no less, the best... Batsard. Add to this that I quit smoking on Friday and it's easy to figure that I was somewhere between sad for my father and jealously pissed and frustrated.
We got the toolbox out of the truck and positioned it in the garage. Then, I notice my mother taking a camera out of her purse. I though, "why does she want to take a picture of my new toolbox?" Then, she says, "Jim, you're confused. This isn't your truck. ...........This is Dylan's truck."
She snapped a picture of my contorted face as I struggled to process what she said.
I said, "huh?"
She said, "This is your truck."
I looked at her for a second, looked at my father who now was sporting a big grin, then back at her... another picture flash fires off.
I said, "what do you mean my truck?"
She said, "Just what I said, "your truck."
At that point, a fountain of obsinities sprouted forth from my mouth filled with excitement.
My father said, "I know how bad you've wanted a truck for a long long time and I know that you're just too financially strapped right now. I also know that you won't let anyone do anything nice for you or help you out. (I've heard this a lot lately.)
He explained that they wanted some grand kids and when we finally did have them, he wanted them in a big safe vehicle, not in that little POS civic. I said, "well we wouldn't have kids until we have a new good family car anyways." He said, "exactly. Now get to work."
So to make a long story long, my father gave me my dream truck.
OH! and I said, "well what about the business being crappy? He said, "we lied. The business is doing fine. I still have my dually. We just had to cook up a story to surprise you.
So I ended up with a new toolbox, no smoking habit, AND A TRUCK! How kick ass is that? This has been quite a weekend. Talk about going through a big ass range of emotions. lol
