The other day I met a friend for coffee. That day I took more from the friendship than I gave. I spent our entire time together moaning about the fact that my not very mechanical husband had decided to change the air conditioning compressor on my truck. Did I mention that this was my truck--the first new vehicle I had ever purchased?
He didn't ask me if I wanted him to do it. He just stated he was going to be doing it the day I was away at our chapter meeting. In shock, I didn't express my reservations about this announcement for fear of emasculating his budding macho self.
I felt real physical pain as I watched him take the grill off my "baby" and it slipped towards the pavement. I can only describe the anguished moan that escaped my lips, as akin to that of a mother bear with her foot caught in a trap. Nothing good could come of this I told myself morosely. During the day, the progress reports proved me correct.
Again, I called my friend for support and encouragement. We discussed what was more important--the truck or the husband. It was a close call, but the husband won. Barely, but he won. As we hung up she realized I was still upset. Her parting words showed she was a true friend. She brightly offered, "I'll help you hide the body if you kill him." This, is the mark of a true friend. I think I'll keep her, the husband and my truck with the fixed air conditioner. I am a lucky woman!