This doesn't have anything to do with this thread...but I think the seller/topic starter will get a kick out of it...some of you may too...
I see that you have the John Deer as your avatar...that's why I'm writing this...
I grew up in a very Blu Collar part of the Baltimore suburbs. Started work at 24 and never stopped until I had my career. To earn money when I was young I joined up a local temp labor agency who put me to work in the Warner Brothers factory. It was me, about 10 other guys my age, and about 10 more old alcoholics. We all busted our asses. I got to be friends with this one crazy old alcoholic...had tons of great stories. Guy looked like a bum who had been through the wringer...skinny...dirty...hairy. Two days before Christmas we all got laid off. Lots of cussing later and this guy and I are outside sharing a smoke...waiting for our rides. This big ass limo pulls up and a kid maybe 15...looking like your average prince in a suit...well-manicured...obviously from money...and yells, "Come on dad". I turned around expecting to see the owner or something but all I see is Bob...the dirty, hairy old alcoholic. He turns to me...says good luck...gives the kid a hug and gets in the limo and drives off. About the same time one of the other old guys comes out and says man...you believe we never knew that. I said knew what! He said Bob's the grandson heir to the John Deer fortune/company. They make him keep a job in order to get any money so he just moves around taking temp jobs and drinking. I couldn't believe. Goes to show you can never judge a book by its cover. You never know when a bum may be a millionaire!
