I guess scrubbing the bathroom and mopping three rooms of tile floor wasn’t enough to square me with the master of the house for my stay. Before I sneak out of town tomorrow morning, one last item was on the agenda to fulfill my indentured servitude. It was a wash and wax of Mr. Dave’s chariot. Doesn’t sound so bad does it? But there’s always a catch. His ride a 1988 Chevrolet Monte Carlo Luxury Sport with more outer body real-estate than a Budweiser beer truck. Luckily, I paced myself.
To be fair, no arm-twisting was required. It was my altruistic personality that insisted.
Master Dave and The Beast