Shit Man

Today was interesting enough. I went to the car dealer to find out if they actually bent me over and drove it home on the price of a new car that I just bought my wife. I discovered that not only had they given me a great deal, but I should have been ashamed for doubting the stellar integrity of car dealers. Seriously though, Findlay Toyota was really fair. The Best part...I got to meet JOHN BARR!!!
You know, the quirky britishman with the wacky and mildly exploitative commercials. Interestingly enough my sales dude told me Barr used to be a bass player with Lita Ford and Queensryche...I'll have to research that one.

Anyhoo...I told Barr I had seen him at Sams Club wearing house shoes with sweat pants that were pulled a little too high on the waist. He had a good sense of humor about it and we shat the shit about life and family and all that great stuff and I told him he had just met famous poet Harry Fagel and he seemed pretty glad about that.

The kids were great today as well.

Work was cool, more later...H.