Jack the Contractor
Late Saturday morning, I was piddling around, waiting for the day to get exciting when Mom said, "Jack, let's go." We got in the car and drove about five minutes up the highway to a place called "Yellowhouse Machinery." When I got out of the car, I could see a yard of John Deere heavy equipment: bulldozers, graders, backhoes, skid-steers....
I went nuts.
We walked into the building, and a guy asked Mom, "What can I do for you?"
She answered, "Well, I have a little guy who's fairly obsessed with heavy equipment. Would it be alright if I walked with him around your yard and showed him the tractors?"
The guy answered, "Sure, and I can fix him up one better." He handed me two boxes of model diecast John Deere tractors: an excavator and a backhoe. Mom was shocked by his kindess, and I just about flipped with excitement. Oh boy, oh boy!
We looked around the yard and returned to the office because Mom said I could pick out another model tractor. I think she felt she ought to buy one from the guy, to thank him for his generosity. Well, I picked out a loader, and the guy said, "Heck, he can have it! I never sell those things." Apparently, this place is focused more on heavy equipment rental, the real mcoyster.
Well, Mom told him to think of it as a donation, and he sold her the tractor for wholesale price: $10.
When Mom got home, she told Babcia the story and asked if we had any baked Easter goodies to take to the gentleman. It dawned on me when we walked in the garage door that we hadn't gotten a dumptruck. So, we all piled in the car, Babcia included, and delivered some homemade rolls, cookies, and toffee to "Yellowhouse Machinery." The guy was grateful, and Babcia insisted on buying the dumptruck. She got that for wholesale too.
All I could say as I walked out the door was "Tnks, Tnks, Tnks, Tnks." [Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.] I was one happy, happy kid.
When, I got home, Mom and Babcia helped get the tractors out of their boxes, and I played with them for two hours straight. (didn't even want to eat lunch) At naptime, the tractors "slept" in their "garage" in my room. My excavator ate dinner with me. In the evening, I reluctantly parted with my heavy equipment.
I love Yellowhouse Machinery, and boy, they sure know how to do business. I'll go back to them, and I betcha my granddad will start doing more business with them too. Apparently, they do have a few "CAT" parts lying around too.
I went nuts.
We walked into the building, and a guy asked Mom, "What can I do for you?"
She answered, "Well, I have a little guy who's fairly obsessed with heavy equipment. Would it be alright if I walked with him around your yard and showed him the tractors?"
The guy answered, "Sure, and I can fix him up one better." He handed me two boxes of model diecast John Deere tractors: an excavator and a backhoe. Mom was shocked by his kindess, and I just about flipped with excitement. Oh boy, oh boy!
We looked around the yard and returned to the office because Mom said I could pick out another model tractor. I think she felt she ought to buy one from the guy, to thank him for his generosity. Well, I picked out a loader, and the guy said, "Heck, he can have it! I never sell those things." Apparently, this place is focused more on heavy equipment rental, the real mcoyster.
Well, Mom told him to think of it as a donation, and he sold her the tractor for wholesale price: $10.
When Mom got home, she told Babcia the story and asked if we had any baked Easter goodies to take to the gentleman. It dawned on me when we walked in the garage door that we hadn't gotten a dumptruck. So, we all piled in the car, Babcia included, and delivered some homemade rolls, cookies, and toffee to "Yellowhouse Machinery." The guy was grateful, and Babcia insisted on buying the dumptruck. She got that for wholesale too.
All I could say as I walked out the door was "Tnks, Tnks, Tnks, Tnks." [Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.] I was one happy, happy kid.
When, I got home, Mom and Babcia helped get the tractors out of their boxes, and I played with them for two hours straight. (didn't even want to eat lunch) At naptime, the tractors "slept" in their "garage" in my room. My excavator ate dinner with me. In the evening, I reluctantly parted with my heavy equipment.
I love Yellowhouse Machinery, and boy, they sure know how to do business. I'll go back to them, and I betcha my granddad will start doing more business with them too. Apparently, they do have a few "CAT" parts lying around too.
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