So it is hot as hell, I go this A-holes house to fix his stupid A/C unit, I mean what is this world coming to anyway?? Our forefathers built log cabins and cut down trees for firewood, just to stay warm, they worked day and night just to survive. Did they care when it got hot, hell no, they loved it, they actually went outside then. Yep, and except for maybe the Donner party, they did OK during the freezing winters too.
Anyway, I am dying for a cold one, it's after 5 and we all know how your body screams out after that sacred hour.
I ask the guy for a beer and he says..........."Not till ya fix my A/C." .........and he wasn't joking either....he looked at me real mean too, I was about to cry.
All he needed was a simple fan motor, I had one on the trucky poo. BUT..............
2 can play this game I figger. I say "well I don't have one and have to go to the shop and get one, I'll be right back."
I go the bar and order a tall cold one, and like Lays potato chips, ya just can't stop at one. Anyway, about 12 beers and 4 hours later I decide to go back and check on Mr. A-hole. Some fellow drinkers and one lady who needed a ride home somehow end up coming back with me. We show up and Mr. A is sitting on his porch, all mad......We get out laughing it up and the lady falls out of the trucky poo's side door. I say...."I gotcher moeter rite here, we is gonna hook it up now and that way when ya is humping the old lady tonite ya won't hafta be sweatin all over her, God knows she can barely stand having you on top as it is"
hehehhe, that really cracked up my buddies........
He has no choice but to go along, apparently I was right on about his wife.
3 hours and a few blown fuses later I get her running. The bar lady is fast asleep in the back of the truck and some of my other buds had called a cab, the nerve. I give him the bill around $900 or so, and he pays me, cash only, and says something real nasty, real nasty, and slams the door.........Can you imagine.....So I take the drunk, sleeping bar lady, sneak back and crawl in through his window and put her on his couch, with a note, "thanks for the $900, you are a real animal." I stuffed the 9 bills in her bra, all hanging out.
I found out later his wife divorced him, he lost his house and ended up in a mental institution staring at an up side down picture of his mother.
All cause he wouldn't give me a lousy beer, funny how life plays out sometimes, ya can't predict it....ya just can't.
[Edited by Diceman on 07-24-2005 at 11:40 AM]