Last night was a disaster, making my turn at Mr. Ribs to get to the scale noticed a house moving crew having dinner outside a large
winch truck. Anyhow I had some leftover scrap to pick up in a field next to the Electrical shop right across from the scale I use. Figured that empty pick up box would be perfect so I pull into the filed then back up to the pile only I never made it the truck sank out of sight.
The field is a swamp, I now that I'm good for the night if I'm not able to catch that house moving crew to off I go, just before reaching my first intersection a car approaches and I try to flag it for a rid to Mr. Ribs. The car has two young lads they both give me the finger yelling obscenities out the open windows.
This pair of punks harassed me nearly all the way to Mr. Ribs they would circle the block then come back at me, I finally had enough and scooped up a big handful of sand from the side of the highway then let em have it. The driver got an open window full of sand, it also put and end to the harassment.
By the time I had reached Mr. Ribs the house crew had departed along with that large winch truck, the nearest tow truck capable of pulling me out is an house and a half away. Resigned to another night away from home went back to the truck, fist thing this morning spooled the cable off of my winch then hooked it to the tow hook. Got the gravel woks people over with their large loader and all we managed top do was break my cable several times. So I cut the guy loose and sent him away.
When 8:00 am rolls around I phone Jack, he comes over the look at the situation then makes a call to Pat Baker within the hour Pat pulls up with a low bed with a John Deere 200D excavator and a heavy chain. While he is unloading I drag the chain inti the field and hook up, that excavator pulled the loaded truck out with not so much as making a sweat.
I'm figuring at least $400.00 with the low bed move possibly $500.00 total, Pat only charged me $100.00, pays to have fiends. I'll certainly recommend Pat to anyone needing a contractor.
The wheel of my truck are loaded with clinging mud, so I take it for a spin to get this mud off before going onto the scale.
Cars weighed up, its over to Jacks. Unload then pull some injectors off my parts truck that Jack keeps in the corner of the yard for me. By this time the day is wearing away, I'm thinking of those two punks. I have a plan, I know the color and model of the car and managed the fist three digits of the plate.
Fifteen minutes in the High School student parking lot is all it took to find the punks car, I know know all the digits of the plate so I walk into the office telling the secretary car with plate number XXXXXX in the student parking lot has left its lights on. She thanks me and I leave, a few minutes later I'm leaning against the guys car when he comes out to check the lights. The look on his face was priceless when he spotted me, he turned an ran back onto the building realizing it was a rouse. I never said a word I was so busy having the last chuckle.
While waiting for jack to turn on his phone, I was kicking pebbles around the Electric shop parking lot when I found this beautiful moth. My Pat talked me into releasing it, so all we get is a picture. Enjoy.
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