You need "guys," people you go to when you need something done, like your watch fixed or your chimney cleaned. Even better is when you're middle aged and you've amassed an armada of guys so when someone has a problem you can tell them, "I got a guy for you."
The best "guy" I ever had at my disposal was a mechanic who would fix things out of his house. His name sounded like a mechanic, but without using his real name, I'll call him Billy Bracket. I would drop my car off at his place late at night, leave the key in the visor, and every single time he would call me before 7AM to wake me up to tell me something like, "Yeah, Ken?" (in a thick Chicago accent) "I took a look at your car. It's got a busted alternator." Then he would quote me something ridiculously low. All you had to get these fabulous prices was come in and have coffee with him every few tune ups, which I was glad to do because he was funnier than hell.
One time Billy played me an audio tape of him nailing a broad. Another time a girl came by when he was taking a look at my car, and I swear I heard them call each other "cousin" more than a few times, yet just as she left, while tightening a screw under the hood, he nonchalantly said, "Yeah. I've been pluggin' her for years." His cousin?
I'm making Billy sound like strictly a big ol' pervert, which is not the case because these were the only two such cases I came across. Generally he was a really sweet guy who was a Vietnam veteran with a number of health problems, and he was really easy to talk to. I hope he is still going strong and still plugging his cousin. I haven't heard from him in a long time because he was the "guy" of my girlfriend at the time's father, so I had to let him go when she and I parted ways.
An honest mechanic is great to have, especially when you know nothing about cars except where the key goes because they'll rip you off any time they get a chance. But not Billy; He was the man. Here's to you, Billy. Hope you're taking care of yourself and your customers. My first Bud tonight is for you.
How about you, Seven Readers? You got guys?