Once upon a time there was a nice family who wanted a camping trailer. The tent trailer they had was great, but lacked some very important amenities (toilet, please, for those of us who have to pee at 3:00 am and don't want to go outside and squat in the bushes with the raccoons!). Unfortunately this family did not have a vehicle that could pull anything larger than said tent trailer, so the search began for a big truck. In February a truck was found, bought, and driven home, much to the excitement of the family. Only 3 days later and a new, bigger, (plumbed!) trailer was pulled home. Lo and behold, the nice dad of this nice family began finding things out about the truck that were not so nice. Like...no spare tire, or spare tire holder. Weird. E-brake doesn't quite work. Hmmm. The jack is missing. Strange. Little by little the truck was losing its favor in the sight of the family members and the dad especially began to rue the day they brought the truck home. Slowly but surely the family replaced the missing/broken parts and the truck once again was in the family's good graces.
One fateful day, however, the father discovered several inches of diesel fuel floating on top of the antifreeze in the radiator. Not good. After many, many days of blood, sweat, tears, fuel injector sleeves, and cash flow, the truck was restored to its former...(not glory...the stinkin' truck was never glorious) working condition, with no diesel fuel floating around where it shouldn't be.
But, what now? By this point the family hated the truck so much that it could never be the same again. The answer came with three simple syllables, three syllables that had saved the family many times before: kay-ess-ell. Kayessell is magic and can work wonders, especially if used correctly. The wise mother of this family knew that Kayessell would come through again, and she decided to list the truck for more than they had even paid, in hopes of regaining some of the money lost. The cynical father doubted that anyone would pay anything for the hunk o' junk in the driveway, but he finally relented. Imagine his surprise when 2 days later a (poor schmuck) wonderful man heard the call of Kayessell and bought the truck for the full asking price!
After the p.o.s. was gone, the lovely family began their search again. Luckily, they still had their trusty Kayessell to help them out and discovered a fabulous new truck that was just waiting to be bought and brought back home. The similarities were uncanny--both were Ford F350s, both were made in the year 2000, both were white, both had long beds and back seats for the family's beautiful children, both had travelled the same number of miles (within 2000 miles of each other). But this beautiful new one had all the parts that are supposed to come with a truck (!), and the radiator only had antifreeze in it!! AND it cost $1000 less than the first (happy dance!)
The end. (I certainly hope.)
2 comments:
I am so glad you were able to resolve the truck situation. I would've sold it too, but y'all were smart enough to sell it for a bit more than you paid for it. I probably would've been too mad to think clearly and sold it for less just to get it out of my sight! Nice job - even making a little profit off of the new truck!
It sounds like things have worked out perfectly for you guys with your truck situation. I hope the new one is still running good!
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