Mustangs - they're not just for breakfast anymore
0 Members and 3 Guests are viewing this topic.
That reminds me of a time when I used to drive a truck delivering tires.I was in an even less than hick town named Swanzey in NH. (Just south of Keene)It was the middle of a major snow storm, and I had missed a stop because I didn't see it
Quote from: "Recklessrob @ Sun May 06, 2007 1:22 am"That reminds me of a time when I used to drive a truck delivering tires.I was in an even less than hick town named Swanzey in NH. (Just south of Keene)It was the middle of a major snow storm, and I had missed a stop because I didn't see it
Hard.Seems like the board is kinda slow lately, guys. Anyway- yesterday was a hell day from hell in hell. We had a pallet stacked about 7 feet high that I had to strap into the bed of a pickup and deliver to a store in Santa Fe. While making a turn off of the busiest street in SF, Cerrillos Rd., some dick sped up to show me who's boss I guess...I had to bump the throttle and hurry through the intersection. Immediately I heard the skittering of about a million cans of dog food and chew toys, et al. The boxes had collapsed. So, swearing profusely (that means lots of words like 'fuck', 'shit' and 'cocksucking mud-puncher'), I pull over and begin to run out in the road and pick shit up. Out of nowhere, some wino walks up with a shopping cart and starts loading crap up....now, my instinct is that he's planning on stealing stuff, but I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt- obviously while watching him out of the corner of my eye while I load things back into the truck. After he has the cart freighted with busted pet supplies, he pushes it over to my truck to help put it back with me. Nice. I pull a 20 from my pocket and ask, 'Hey man, can I thank you for helpin' me?' (I didn't want to offend him in case he's just a dirty eccentric and not actually a transient- there's plenty of wierd folks in SF). He takes it and as he does I see an apparently empty pint bottle in his pocket. I also notice that he's as butthoused as anybody I've ever seen.....oh, and for some reason he's holding a knife. He never put the knife away (?), but I was able to get away from his smell, his knife and his professions of being a veteran....and I learned that he somehow believes that he has a 'pet bull'. Not a pit bull, a pet bull. Then I had to stop at a walk-in freezer and pick up some goddamned frozen dog food. The owner showed up while I was there and started bitching to me about things that have nothing to do with me and angrily vowing to up the rent that my boss pays. Then (of course) he shut the fucking door on me and it nearly latched....had it, I'd be making a rescue request phone call to someone from the NEGATIVE 30 degree chamber. I gave it the kick of a lifetime and the door came open. Then, when I got to the pet store to deliver the 75% of it that wasn't destroyed, the sexy little Latina chick who works there was sympathizing with my story of the previous hour....up until she *I think* caught me looking down her shirt. Yikes.There. There's my goddamned contribution to conversation. Dogs suck, trucks suck, Santa Fe sucks and getting caught looking at boobies sucks.
No, it doesn't suck. Wait, it does when you're married. Will we be visiting this girl?