Leppo Carpet Cleaners & George, a Great Buy !

       Today I had Leppo Carpet Cleaners, on Queen st. in York, pa. over to clean an old burber carpet. It was thick with a design weaved into it, and a very light color. This carpet hasn't been done/cleaned since new, many years ago.
       Prior to calling others, I called Leppo, and after calling others I decided to go with Leppo. Not only did they beat the price including cleaning a mattress, but my carpet came out looking as close to new as you can get. The mattress? It also looks like new and I would let anyone sleep in that room now.
       George, who came into the house, called before coming, making sure he was in the right area. There are a couple of streets which have the same and almost  same name. Meeting George was not new for me. I met him about four or five years ago when I was driving home on a snow and ice covered road close to home, and by the fire department.
      George was driving the Leppo van and my car, a KIA slid sideways into his van. My four whel drive was locked in position so I couldn't move it. On we went hitting the corner of the van, but my KIA ended to be totaled out. It was older and had a lot of miles. George got out of his van and asked if we were okay. Once everything was settled, we waited for an ambulance to take the boy who was with me to the hospital to be checked out. He had some mental retardation and was pretty shook up, but loved the attention. The electric company was also close by with one off their huge trucks with a cherry picker on it. They volunteered to take the boy who was by now standing with me freezing at the side of the road.
      The boy gratefully agreed to sit insde the truck. George stayed standing next to me on the phone with Leppo Carpet letting them know he was involved in an accident, but he also called friends who came pretty quick considering the roads.
George said then, He wasn't going to leave me standing there but would make sure I got home. I did get home. One of his friends arrived and picked me up and drove me home. Gentlemen to be sure, all of them. However George was such a gentleman, the kind of person you hope to meet to put a positive spin on manhood.
      More men today could take to following the path of such a man. Leppo Carpet, I am thankful for a great job today. I never imagined it would look so good again.
Thank You, next month, the living room:)

Two Boys and a Junk Store

       A little old man sat in the doorway as we walked in. He wasn't the owner. I knew we should have gone to church, but just haven't felt like it lately, so we went exploring instead. I told the visiting boys, lets get in my church car and see where it goes. Well it, Little Nick as I call it decided not to go too far, just to a small town square where a man owns what appears to be an antique store.
      
      The building was more of an antique than anything else. Wooden furniture sits outside in all kinds of weather, covered by a roof, but with windswept rains I wouldn't buy anything from there made of wood, although I did buy one thing about two months ago. I can't mention it now as it' or part of it will be a gift for my daughter. She reads this so...
       Well we get inside and this well dressed man, golden wedding ring stands out on his finger, white hair, wearing a fedora and back turned away from us as we enter. Yet he knows a woman has walked in as he greets me, hello Mrs....Wow I haven't heard that term that way in years. Since I don't like Mrs. I just said a quite hello and we walked down through the, body style selfish isles which mattered not to the boys. I squeezed, stood sideways, stretched taller, curved where I could in an effort not to knock anything over, after all I am a Viking! Boxes and boxes, glass counters stood piled high with things collected from anywhere and everywhere. Dust covered things, but most things were cleaned simply from handling. If we only had a ladder!
       AHA! A treasure was found. I heard one brother say to the other do you have any money? Noo, I spent it all, remember? Me too said the older brother. Coming closer to me he says, look, look what I found! It was a comic, an old one but in nice condition. I told him to ask the man behind the counter how much it was. He came back too fast. It's only fifty cents he said. Good I told him and walked away. I was smiling to myself as he followed and asked can I get this instead of ice cream? Yes he was thinking. Sure, and he bought his comic as his little brother looked on. His little brother, with big brown eyes said I want ice cream in a sad and small voice. I knew he also wanted a treasure, and it wasn't long before he found it, a book. He said he never read that book before. Both boys read a lot of books. We made two trips  to the library, taking out eight books for each child and they read them.
         As we were leaving the older man with the white hair and fedora asked the boys if they had fun. They gave me a lot of that feel good stuff, when almost at the same time said we always have fun with her, but what they didn't know is, I had the most fun. So we left, got in the car and I told them, let's go to Rutters, an area convenience store. The younger boy asked if we were getting ice cream. Noooo remember, you spent your money and also bought a treasure. He said but, but, but I said I wanted ice cream...and you didn't answer me. I inside smiled, quietly said lets go. In the car they hopped, happy with a treasure, sad without ice cream.
         I bought The New York Sunday News as they stood side by side, looking down into the ice cream case, lowered bottom lips. The woman behind the counter asked, Can I help you boys? I wish you could have seen their faces. You know what they said? Can she help us, looking pleadingly at me.
I smiled, said yeah, she can help you. She can even help me too. Grabbing our ice cream bars from the counter we jumped in the car, talking and planning the rest of the afternoon. They wanted to go back to the Antique/junk/treasure store.
                                                           Now that's a Viking day!

The Closing of The Door-Before you yell at me-Late People

Okay yes, that's the title, but trying to condense while waiting for people to come to the house. Oh but guess what, it's no 2:03 and they are late!!! It takes a half an hour to get here from where they're coming from, so ya think they would leave in time to get here on time, as if my times doesn't matter?
No, they should be slapped in the head with clock! I have to leave by 2:50-These so important people better not expect much. I'll greet them with my Viking Helmet, maybe then they'll leave. Why is it so many people think their time is more important? From now On I am going to leave a note saying, you were to be here by... sorry, I had another appointment and want to be considerate as someone is waiting. Now for another GEORGE JONES RECORD! Yes, I said record, now get a life FREAK!