My X-boss, had a Cherry, 1996 Black on Black Thunderbird.
Beautiful car. One day, one of our co-workers wrote WASH ME, on Bill's roof.
As soon as we seen him do it, we all agreed Jim, you're F-en Dead. A couple hours later Bill came out, to go to lunch. Of course he noticed it.
I have to tell you a little something about Bill. He Always had nice Cars. When I met him, he had a 67 Mustang, with a 390. 4-speed. He sunk much $$$$$ in that car. It was Scary Fast
Then he traded that car for a 69 Mustang Mach I. Not as fast 351. Still Gorgeous.
He would lay down, on the ground, and clean the undercarriage of his cars with wires and rags. How meticulous is that? Or Crazy. Every payday, him and I, would go to Pfeiffer's Speed Shop, and spend much of our check's, on Speed parts. That didn't go well, with my wife.
I'm kind of getting away from the story.
You very seldom EVER, seen any of Bill's cars dirty.
Anyhow, when he seen the Wash Me, on the roof, he came storming back into our shop. His face was brick
RED, and the vein's were bulging out of his forehead.
He went up to every person, in the shop, and asked if we knew, who did the deed. Of course no one ratted Jim out, even after Bill offered to give anyone $ 100.00, to name the guilty party. Jim was shitting bricks.
After about 3 hours went by, Jim confessed. By that time, Bill had calmed down. He gave Jim a speech about touching people's car, and how much trouble that would be to fix. A couple days later he had it rubbed out, and it was as good as new. he said it was about $ 100.00 bucks.
