You would TOTALLY get a long with this guy, Russ. He's a brilliant guy who is somewhat wonky. Once he took my Suburban for a week because he was moving. He called me and asked if we had an extra set of keys. I said yes, Mr LM did- but he was off near Fort McMurray at the time. The friend sighed and said he had work to do. I asked him if he locked the keys in the truck. He said no. He was at the bar the night before and did some handstands into a barrel of popcorn, right before he was ejected from the place!!! And, you can guess where he lost the keys. To his credit, he dragged himself back to the bar later that day, did some apologizing, and went through the garbage until he found the keys. He phoned me to say I could come pick up the truck and, btw- the fuel pump was busted. Later that week, he literally climbed inside because he felt bad about the lost keys issue (the truck was an '83, bless its heart), pulled the old pump, but had some difficulties with the reattach. He threw Mr LM his cell phone and said "Call my dad! He'll help us!". So Mr LM did. "Hello. This is Mr LM. Your son is INSIDE my Chevrolet and he wants to know...."
