My Brother-in-law

My brother-in-laws name is Bill. He's an okay guy...I guess. ;) Talking about a car made me think of a certain situation. For my sister's birthday 2 years ago...he got to play the hero. My parents went out to Alberta for a vacation, and lent me their car. Not thinking about living in 'heights', I went to sleep the night before and had a nice, restful sleep. When I got up, I got together all the things for my sister's birthday party. The decorations, plates/napkins, games, snacks, etc. I was very excited, I couldn't wait to see my sister on her big 30th birthday! Keri was almost ready, so I started to take things down to the car. I went out to our parking spot, and there was a nice silver Tiburon. That sounds nice...but my parents own a black neon. I thought maybe I was on crack and had parked somewhere else. So I walked around the parking lot...once...twice...three times. WHERE'S THE CAR?????!!!!!!!!!!!! THE TIBURON ATE MY PARENTS' CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ran upstairs and grabbed Keri. "Keri, where did I park the car"? So she came down with me...it was official. That bloody Tiburon ate my parents car!! I was hysterical. I started balling. "what am i going to do??? My parents left me their car and it got stolen"! some more crying. I had to call the police. They probably thought someone had just got whacked with the way I was crying. But I couldn't finalize the report without my parents...they needed information from them because they are the actual car owners. So I called my sister...I was so upset about missing her birthday, I had been looking forward to going for months! So after my sister, I had to call my parents and let them know. I couldn't rent a car, there was nothing left...plus I didn't have the extra cash to burn. Plus my drivers licence was in the stolen vehicle. Kim called me back. (Kim is my sister) She said, that Bill had just left to pick me up. That he didn't want me to have to miss my sister's birthday. I think he also wanted to score some of those 'brownie' points that I always hear guys talking about. That was so incredibly sweet of him. Their house is almost 1 1/2 hours away, per direction. He drove all that way. What a sweetie. And on our way to their house he gave us a narrated drive through part of the rocky and beautiful Canadian shield. That almost made up for the time when we first met and he farted at me. I'll never forget that! It was in the middle of the women's section in the Zellers of Belleville Quinte Mall. I'm glad it wasn't smelly. (See...I have a good memory!)
He's been like a real brother ever since.

I don't always say it...but I really appreciate having such a cool brother-in-law. (Except for when he blames the cucumber peelings in the sink on me.)

Come to think about it ... my parents have never lent me their car again since then. Gee, I wonder why?