…And why I never want to build a website for my mother
I was having lunch yesterday with my parents, a rare moment of hanging out without the wife and kids around. My father mentioned that he and my mom were going to drive out to California in their R.V. to get the roof refinished. He explained that their process was different from many manufacturers and that they offered a 10-year warranty.
It surprised me that my dad would travel hundreds of miles to have his R.V. serviced. To him, the different roofing sealant and process along with the warranty were worth the road trip even though they charged $60/hour for their work. My mother chimed in about how this was ridiculously expensive and, “How do we know that they’re actually working the entire time?”
I countered, “You have to go someplace where you trust the business.”
“I don’t trust anyone,” she said with an ornery scowl.
“Well, then you have to do it yourself,” I declared, satisfied that I won this battle of stubborn wit.