4:31 pm. There are five MORE Bubbas (perhaps I’m not being fair here – these new guys seem pretty on-the-ball) surrounding my poor van. I went out to give them my keys, and they were friendly as they were dismantling the side of my car. I asked if they were going to vacuum the glass, and smart-ass Bubba said (completely straight-faced), “No, ma’am, that’s not my responsibility.” But before I could pop a blood vessel, his partner lifted the shop-vac and said, “Ma’am, we’ll take care of that for you as soon as we’re done. Don’t worry.”
Don’t worry. Hmmm.