BIG GEORGE

Never met him, that is,

until the day I bought his truck.

“As is,” the clause said,

the one on the bill of sale.

It meant once I signed,

any problems with the truck

were now my problems. Not his.

Sure enough. Something came up. 

Something big. Very big.

Something neither of us saw coming.

I called him. We talked.

“Let’s split it,” I said.

“No. This is mine to fix.”

Somebody told him,

“It’s that guy's problem!”

“He signed the paper. A deal’s a deal.”

“Isn’t about the money, it's about trust."

He fixed it. Paid the bill. Even laughed.

Never once mentioned the “As is.”

"Big George." That’s what I call him now.

"Big George."