Friday night popcorn and a movie just me and Dad

Bert’s Auto Service During the summers of my high school years, I worked for my next door neighbor at his mechanic shop. It was a small town shop with the name Bert’s Auto Service. The customers had mostly been customers for life as had been their parents. They were loyal and understanding if problems ever arose. The physical appearance of the shop is nothing spectacular but goodness how I love it. When you enter the front door, you see blue walls lined with an antique car wallpaper border that I hung a few summers ago. Lining the shelves are old plaques and certificates that have been faded by the sun beaming in through the matching mini-blinds. As you leave the office, you see the actual garage. The walls are lined with cabinets and shelves of tires, filters, and gauges. The parking lot usually looks like a used car lot because it is always packed. There is a constant flow of cars in and out. Most of them need work, but sometimes you’ll get your regulars that just like to stop by and shoot the bull. My favorite part about the shop is the people. You have to be quick and witty to be able to keep up with the boys. You get poked fun at for everything you do, but you always have your eyes alert to be able to throw it back at someone else. It’s all in good humor, and I know that any one of those guys would be there for me.                     no glamorous signs                     dusty shelves—                     customers' top choice