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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link="#0563C1" vlink="#954F72"><div class=WordSection1><p style='mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#666666'>I was thinking about Pat this morning (not unusual) and what she would think about all the chaos that this one little virus is causing. That lead me to thinkin</span><span class=textexposedshow><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#666666'>g about the mess people get into with their own mouth, which reminded me of this classic story about Pat and I buying a trailer. A little levity is a good thing ... Keep Smiling!</span></span><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#666666'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#666666'>Pat Stories - Buying a Trailer<br>Let me set the stage ... Pat and I were returning from Nationals in Pennsylvania when she rolled the van and trailer (that is a whole other story). At any rate, since it was October, we decided to wait until spring to buy a new trailer. Well, it didn't happen like that.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#666666'>My secretaries gave me a gift certificate for a massage. I made the appointment for President's Day. The night before, we got about 10 inches of snow, so my husband decided he would drive me to the appointment in his truck which is a 4 x 4. It was a really good thing because the van would have ended up stuck. So, while I was getting my hour long massage, he drove about 2 miles down the road to the place where we always bought our trailers. When he picked me up, he told me that he saw a trailer that he thought both Pat and I would like. We went down to look at it ... and he was right ... I liked it and I was sure Pat would too.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#666666'>When we got home, I called Pat and told her about it. She said she would go look at it the next day. But my husband, being the "terrier" that he is, insisted that he would go pick her up in the truck and take her out to look at it. She liked it also and she and I made plans to go play "let's make a deal" the next day. That night, we got 5 more inches of snow, so we postponed our trip out to the dealership. However, my brother stopped by my house with his truck and he wanted to go see it, so he and I went out to look at it. Finally, the next day, Pat and I went out there. Now here is where it gets interesting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='mso-margin-top-alt:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"inherit",serif;color:#666666'>Pat and I went into the dealership and said we wanted to look at the trailer. The salesman looked at us like we were nuts ... there was snow, a lot of snow, 15 inches of snow, he would have to shovel a path. We looked at the trailer and went back in the building, dripping our wet boots all over his office. We plopped down in the chairs across from his desk and after some pretty aggressive negotiation, we arrived at a deal. The man didn't have a chance ... Pat and I were good negotiators. Finally he got out the paperwork and asked if we wanted him to arrange for financing. I said "Yes" since it was my turn to buy the trailer. He looked at me and said, "Do you want this in you and your husband's name?" Feeling particularly evil that day, I replied "He's not my husband." So, he says to Pat "Oh, do you want this in you and your husband's name?". She replied, "He's not my husband." The salesman was flustered ... Pat and I looked at each other and blurted out together "We share him." I thought the poor man was going to have apoplexy. Then he dug the hole deeper and he asked me who the man was that I came with later the previous afternoon. Again, feeling even more evil, I told him "Oh, he is my 'boy toy'." So, feeling a little guilty, I told him the trailer would be in my name. He turned bright red and got to work on the paperwork. When he got to the financing part, he dug the hole clear through to China when he said, "You know, you will have to have a co-signer on the loan since your husband ... errrr... ummmm ... will not be on the title." I felt Pat's hand grab my arm as I started to get out of the chair, ready to crawl across the desk and choke this guy. I took a deep breath and told him, "I won't need a co-signer, just run the financing." I filled out the form and wrote down my employer and my salary. He looked at it and buried himself somewhere south of China ... I swear this man had a death wish. He told me "You know, most men don't make as much money as you do." Pat clamped her hand down on my arm and threw her leg over my leg ... and I VERY LOUDLY TOLD HIM ... "Most men aren't as smart as I am; most men don't have the education I have; most men don't work as hard as I do; most men aren't as mean as I am." He turned white, faxed the papers to the bank, and within 2 minutes had an acceptance. Then the stupid guy had the gall to ask me if I was sure I didn't want to put my husband on the title. Pat dragged me from the dealership ... the salesman avoided me from then on, the dealership went out of business the next year.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>