My crazy elderly in-law came in one day with a Volkswagen, wanting tires put on the rims for it from his van. They didn't fit, and you know what the attitude was when I rolled in with him to collect the tires? NOTHING BUT KINDNESS. Graciously, the man at the front counter says, no charge. I said, how in the hell in there no charge for something like that? And my crazy elderly in-law says, well, I bought all my tires from him, so we're good. Later on that night... No. We aren't good. I couldn't sleep. The next day I went back in and threw down 20 dollars the guys were, let's be frank, not going to waste paper invoicing for. The 20 dollars was not a tip. It was probably the best 20 dollars I have spent this week. Because I gave that money to men in this heat who are our there working doing THE BEST JOB. I can't let it go on my conscience to just ride off with free anything, but that's how classy this place is. Sweat, grime, and pure 100% Americana machismo. I love it. Great job, boys. Thank you for the class act, the kindness, and the lesson I took from it to MY small business: always be kind.