An ambulance pulls up and two men bring in a guy on a stretcher, followed by the guys wife. “I’m Mrs. Dumpty,” she says. “My husband, Humpty, has had a great fall. I’ve heard that you have an excellent repair service. Can you fix him?” I looked at Mr. Dumpty. He was — well, very oval shaped and cracked all over. So I explained that we only do mechanical and bodywork on domestic and foreign automobiles, had been doing it for more than 50 years in the same location, that we’re family owned, and how we do an honest day’s work for an honest price, and — she interrupts to tell me how upset she is and so their three daughters: Bumpty, Lumpty, and Frumpty. So I suggest that Kingsmen Motors might help her, and they all went off. Pity. The Dumptys seemed to be a good pair of eggs.