“Sit here,” Ron said and pulled a pair of clippers from under his work bench.

“Car Brite” it said on the bucket and there was a blue liquid around the top. “On this,” he said sliding a blue rag my way. That made all the difference and I didn’t feel any of that “Reflect Satin Gloss Dressing” seep up into my britches.

“I don’t have my cape,” he said as he fiddled with the clippers and… Continue reading →