Edward Jones

I drive my Dad around to run errands because I am a fabulous daughter and he enjoys being driven around. It won’t kill me to drive Dad around a bit, will it? We shall see, this rodeo’s definitely not over yet.
One day this week Daddy wanted to go to Lodi. Since it’s not Modesto, I was happy to take him here to Edward Jones. Just shooting the shit on the way home, I inquire about my Dad’s level of satisfaction with Edward Jones. He then asks me if I am writing a book, and I say, «Well, not exactly…» Then he gives me this look like, «Hey. What money do you have that I don’t know about.» Then I say, «Dad! I’m just trying to have a conversation with you!» Then he got noticeably relaxed, like he doesn’t have to worry about any money that I may or may not have. This is my life.
So, ANYWAY, my Dad says he is very happy with this company and that he is grateful for all the work they do for him. I asked him if the fees are worth it and, again, he shoots me one of those looks like I am the craziest person alive. He says basically, that they save him a lot of trouble and time because they know what they’re doing and that he does not know what he is doing anymore. Very well then, Dad.
Then five minutes passes in silence on HWY 99. He says out of nowhere: «Your mother does not trust that guy. Not one bit.»
But since she doesn’t trust Mother Theresa we will let that one pass. I doubt she trusts anyone, Let alone an investment company. But since we all have to suffer, so do you, Edward Jones. 4 stars. Sunny acting like I should give it 5.
You should be grateful not to get a 5 star rating as well. Old people do not like a lot of hype. My Dad was the only person I saw walk out of here without a cane, which bothered me a little. I don’t like this aging shit at all. In conclusion.