Memory Lane With Jimmy

I was honored to have The Mythical (and Magical) Mr. Richert as a chauffeur again today. He took me grocery shopping, to the recycle bins where he totally dumpster dove and found moving boxes!!, Then we went to Plum Borough.

See, there's this car and I called about it and he said "Let's go see it now...wanna?"

His casual attitude and willingness to drive my ass all over the place and listen to me stress and ramble have been unparalleled. As it turned out, the house was right by my old grade school in my old neighborhood. It was a bitter sweet walk down memory lane. We passed Burger King hill and saw the YMCA. We passed the Wendy's that my dad used to have me go to get him bacon cheeseburgers. We drove by the fire hall and the beer distributor. There's a lot of new stuff there now. There's a lot gone. He told the guy selling the car that he was just "eye candy". It was a promising test drive.

He helped me put things in perspective and made me laugh.

Hopefully, I won't need these chauffeur days for much longer...but I'm thoroughly enjoying them while they last. It's amazing to hear a man who doesn't let everything phase him and send him into an irrational rage. Even for things that he could be angry about, such as a customer yelling so loudly that I can hear her, he keeps his calm and wins her over by the end of the call. Seems everyone needs the Mythical Mr. Richert. His phone never stops when he's driving me places, but even when I give him directions over his TomTom, he smirks and goes my way.

Calm is something I often lack right now. It's a blessing to be around it when I'm doing these tasks that I never thought I'd have to do.

Thank you, Curt. I wind up saying it several times every day you drive me around. It just doesn't feel like enough for what you've done for me.

And Wendi, thank you for being so willing to share your man slave with me. I do my best to tire him out for ya.