First, she didn't understand what the big deal was, they were just little dents.
Second, she said she was sorry. Wasn't that good enough.
Third, I acknowledge that the first ding might have been an accident, but the next three?
I have been stewing about this for a few weeks. I couldn't open the door without looking at the dents. Thanks to Jim, it is now out of my mind.
All is well now. The wife is out West visiting the grand kids. I am not going to say anything about the fix, just to see how long it takes her to notice it.
