Once upon a time we had a couple of blinds go wonky on us. We located a husband and wife team who came out to the house and fixed them for a relatively nominal sum. It was still real money, but compared to replacing the broken blinds, it was a pittance. We used them a couple of times and they proved to be reasonable and reliable. Last year I needed a blind fixed and I took it the local Rhoda shop. They shipped it off to Timbuktu for repair, didn't get it back for two or three weeks and charged me retail, which I thought was a bit rude.
More blinds are broken, or rather the number of broken blinds has reached the something-must-be-done threshold, so I looked around for the couple we used before. There were three or four blind repair shops listed on the West side, but none looked like the ones I was looking for, so I just picked the closest, and what do you know? Turns out it was the same people. Their business had improved so much that they had moved into a new shop.
Got the truck all loaded up and headed down the freeway and I realize I only have a vague idea where this shop is. It's in this little business park on Nimbus in Beaverton, so it shouldn't be too tough to find. I get down there and start driving into this business park and, umm, this place is a lot bigger than I remember it being. There are a lot of businesses in here. I idle down the road wondering where I should start looking and getting more discouraged with every driveway I pass. I finally reach the end and decide that I may as well start here, so I turn right into the very last driveway and halfway done the row - Surprise! There it is! Maybe god does love me.