Once upon a time, a man in his early twenties started working for a piano shop moving pianos. He drove the truck, went to New York, New York fairly often, and every now and then they would use this little trailer. This trailer was owned by the owner of the piano shop. The young man liked this trailer because of it's hard to find proportions. It was short enough to fit in a normal garage door, and long enough to put a grand piano in.
As time went by, the man got older and moved on to other jobs, but still retained his friendship with the owner of the piano shop. Every now and then he would stop by and visit, and again try to convince the owner to sell the trailer. The owner always refused. For twenty years this continued. The man also kept his eye out constantly for a trailer like it, but never found one for sale. Then, the man found it necessary to move himself and his family to another part of the country.
He still kept looking for a trailer that he would want to buy, but never found it. Then, he again found it necessary to move. This time, he felt that a trailer would be very helpful to him, as he was moving all the families possessions himself. He did a lot of research, and found another type of trailer that had the same dimensions as the one he had wanted for so long.
Finally, he found one of these, a Thule (pronounced to-lee), used just an hour and a half drive from his home.
He ended up buying it, and from then on life was bliss.....
OK, so it wasn't bliss, but he was very happy he got his trailer after twenty years of wanting one.
Disclaimer:
None of this info is correct. If you happen to think that the man represents my dad, YOU ARE WRONG. If you happen to think that any of this actually took place, YOU ARE WRONG. If you think that I am always and under all circumstances truthful, YOU ARE WRONG. (wait a minute, where did that last bit come from? Oh well.)
1 comment:
Aww, he finally got his long-awaited trailer! So nice!
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