Down the alley from our house was this mechanic who’s name was Dean. He was a school bus mechanic contracted by the city maintain all the buses in town. He had at least 20 of them lined up in a row every day and it became somewhat of a playground for us kids. Then one day my brothers found that the doors could be pried opened and we all helped ourselves to the first aid kits with all the bandages and tourniquets and emergency gear such as flares.
Naturally it wasn’t long before my parents picked up on it and we had to take it all back and apologize. Dean was level headed about it and was forgiving and brushed it off like it was no big deal
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