Sometimes you just gotta laugh to keep from crying.

[Eddie H.]

long story:

when my son was 15, we bought an old 71 GMC for a father\son restoration project. He took it down to the last nut and bolt, cleaned, sandblasted, the frame, and rebuilt the suspension. We rebuilt the engine, put in a 700R and got the rolling chassis completed. We sent the cab, bed, and front clip out, had them media blasted, and epoxy primered. I replaced the floor pans, cab corners, and rockers, and all the usual rust repair. I then sent all the body parts to the paint shop who promised us a 2 week turn around time to get them painted. The parts stayed in "paint jail" for 10 years, during which the painter moved 3 times, and I had to track him down. the parts were stolen. ( or he sold them himself, and claim they were stolen) Anyway, after getting a lawyer, and threating a lawsuit, I finally got him to replace the "stolen parts", (which he did a half assed job of painting). With the help of my former 15 year old son, ( now 29) , we got everything back together, finished out the interior, got the glass in it, and got it titled and registered. The only thing left was to take it to the State inspection place and get the safety inspection on it and it would be street legal. We took it up to the inspection station, and the dumb kid doing the inspection forgot to put it in park, got out of it leaving it in reverse, and ripped the driver's door and front fender nearly all the way off.
Sometimes you just gotta laugh to keep from crying.