Quick change artists

There's a tiny motor in the goo gun that squeezes out just the right amount.

The ding happened on Stan's birthday, so Kathleen can easily date the incident for the insurance adjuster. It all started with a little irritating chip on the lower windshield from a flying pebble, cast by a lumbering semi. Within a month it had morphed into a nasty, distracting fault line.

Today the City Auto Glass van rolled into our driveway, and we were treated to a synchronized ballet performed by two young men -- a journeyman and an apprentice --  who really know their craft.
Within the half hour, as we watched in amazement, wipers, trim and windshield were deftly removed and a brand new windshield meticulously sealed in its place.

The final detail? Move the old oil change mileage sticker reminder to the new window. This nuance momentarily fooled Kathleen. "What? You changed my oil too?" she asked incredulously as she emerged from the house and overheard Stan asking the chief what he was doing.

"No, we just transferred your sticker from the old glass," laughed the boss. "We'd be really good if we had changed your oil too."

That's okay, fellas. Even without the lube job, you're still plenty good.

Kathleen got a free can of glass cleaner as a parting gift.
What? No Box of Steaks? No. That's soo yesterday.