A while back, we unofficially formed the White Trash Bob Fan Club. There was even some talk of nominating him for sainthood. As I understand it, to be declared a saint a person has to be responsible for a certain number of miracles. So, I submit the following in support of WTB's being declared a saint:
I went and whined to him about my dryer catching fire and how I was afraid I was going to have to buy a new one, and WTB being WTB, he immediately said, "Why don't I take a look at it first?" So he came over and took the back of the dryer off, which I was certain was going to reveal a blackened, charry mess completely beyond repair. But instead, it looked like this, which seemed promising:
Anyhow, we replaced the burned-up piece with a shiny new piece that cost only $31, which made me happy. No dipping into the Porch Fund needed. (And by "we replaced" I mean of course that Bob replaced it while I very helpfully held a work light.)
Then we turned the dryer on and waited to see if it caught fire again. Happily, it did not.
Yep, I think this qualifies WTB for consideration as a living saint.