The Beverly Hillbillies stopped by for gas today. The whole crew and some of their “kin folks”. Jed, Granny, Jethro, and Ellie Mae were all there along with Clem, Daisy, Scooter, and Lulu. Scooter kicked Lulu and Clem out of his Range Rover, which leaked a gallon of antifreeze on my new concrete while all this was happening. Then he proceeded to throw all the luggage of theirs around my parking lot. Fun stuff to watch, but truthfully I hate these sort of train wrecks happening in my parking lot near my gas pumps.
All the luggage was split between 2 other vehicles and a trailer one of them was towing. Scooter is still at my pumps as I type this and it appears that he fixed the leak. The others are yelling across the parking lot at each other and everytime I go out on the deck, they calm down. I guess the threat of calling the cops has them worried. Lulu had picked up a rock and I think the threat of a broken window keeps him at my pumps.
They’re moving to Iowa. Granny has put on some weight and is still very aggressive. Damned reality shows shouldn’t be allowed to film on my property. A pause in my writing right now was caused by Scooter and Jethro standing nose to nose. in the middle of the lot. I walked out and asked them to move across the street to the public parking lot for the park & ride. When they ignored me I fired a pistol in the air and it caught their attention nicely. It was just a .22 and not my first choice.
There once was a man who was shooting at some food. . . .
Yes, I was, but the stupid vacuum we have makes me want to take it out for a day of shooting fun. Now this is a dual sucking machine, it sucks up the dirt from the carpet OK, but it also sucks in the fact that you need to empty the stupid container every 6 feet of carpet sucked. It’s a Dyson, the pet sucking one, for those that care. Can’t think poorly enough of the Dyson. Is Hoover still in business? Do they still make machines that have a bag? Do they all have the bag less feature? That would suck.
More . . .
Right now I’m waiting for the noise to start. WAIT, strike that! I’m waiting for Tori and Erin to come over.
Marketing meeting today at noon. I’m already seeing my influence taking place in the meetings. Instead of a 4:00 meeting, we’re meeting at noon. My next idea will be be meeting in restaurants with a liquor license. Seriously, the late afternoon meetings made no sense and interfered with more than my dinner plans. We’re meeting with North Star, the marketing company we hired to promote the county and city.
I have a poker game scheduled for next thursday at Curt’s house, while he’s gone and can’t influence Jiminy’s poker skills. I quit playing there because he kept helping Jiminy play and cost me pots. With Curt gone I may stand a chance. I really hate beginner poker players that can’t learn the game. Jiminy is a nice enough guy though.
Tom Clancy is dead. A loss indeed.
Weather here is getting nicer. Nicer = cooler in my eyes.
This government shut down is killing me! Just kidding.
When the shit hits the fan, it’s always better to be on the backside of the fan.
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
