Stop in for a cup of coffee

Yesterday I went out to the bubby's shop. We've known each other since 2nd grade.
He'd primer sprayed my dash the other day and it fisheyed.
He's busy, so I cleaned it up and wet sanded it again. It was just him and I in the shop, working, talking about life, and listening to Christmas music.
I cleaned up my mess when I was done, and even offered him help to finish what he was working on.
Even though I was helping him take care of my stuff (and saving a few $$), I felt offering to help is what a friend does and helps me squeeze in his two year wait line the next time I needed something.:thumbsup: