Man did I just dodge a bullet. This crusty old farmer that used to sell us firewood showed up, damn near rolled his rusty hay hauler truck into Blanchies when he jumped out, missed it by mere inches. Gloriously drunken but with a designated and somewhat soberer driver. Somewhat. He has a half fifth of Chivas, a full fifth of Lord and a twelve pack of Keystone Light in his hands. Merry Christmas! He was determined to recapture our firewood business, he LIKES visiting us. Pook thinks he is an exceptionally foul mouthed contrary ole bastard, he drives her crazy. She swears I attract such types. Pook was shopping at the Meadowdale Mall and missed him. I almost bought a big old blade off a sawmill from him until I realized I had no wall space for it. I finally got him off the couch and out the door after I threatened to call HIS wife. WHEW- was it close.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 20:05:49 +0000
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