RANT: NS...Dammm Bud!!! I know just how you feel, a short while back I was cooking dinner and looking out the kitchen window just time to see some &^%^#$%^#^ woman crunch the door on my cherry ’76 Doby. The really sad thing is she had no reason to hit it she had to be high! I chased all the way back home, where her pimp (I swear God he looked like Huggie Bear from Starsky & Hutch) told to me to go f--k myself or he was going to razor off my ears for me, he said this as displayed the tool he going to use for the job. I had to turn and leave, because in my haste to catch her I had left my trusty Ruger SP101at home, *^#*%%#&^!!!!!!
It’s two years later, I had just about finished restoring my ’83 Cadillac Eldorodo, I had just it painted, I brought home with pride that day at about 2 PM, I awoke to find it gone the next morning, they found it two weeks later at a popular crack hotel, they told me they find cars there all the time, it was trashed, bashed, and broken, *%^#&$%%^ punks!
I truly feel for you my friend, you can only hope and pay that someday he too will have something he really likes and had to earn, and that karma will come along and muck it up for him.
I have lived long enough now to know that it is true what they say, "What Goes Around, Comes Around".
Your post reminded me of an event a few years ago...
I was in the kitchen making dinner and a guy pulled into my driveway, stopped his car a few feet from my garage door, and began blowing his horn. He remained there and continued honking. Thinking that there was some emergency, I put on my outdoor shoes and a jacket and went outside to see what the fuss was all about.
The guy asked me if Jack _____ lived here.
I was furious. It appeared that he was simply to lazy to get out of the car, come to the door, and ask. He was also too stupid to realize that if Jack ____ didn't have his name on the mailbox he probably didn't live here.
I told the guy that wouldn't mind waiting a moment or two, I'll ask my husband about Jack ____. I returned to my kitchen work, and told my husband what happened. We decided to let the guy wait. And wait. And wait...
Eventually, the guy came to the door. My husband answered and told the man that we never heard of Jack ____.
The guy left. We never saw him again.
Cheers, PW.
P.S. It was raining heavily when this happened. I was determined to see the guy get soaked. (Like what happened to me)
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