Subject: Talk About Your Bad Days!
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Thu Feb 01 2001 - 08:22:27 EST
"Talk About Your Bad Days!"
The snow was coming down steadily and had been
for several hours. My partner had been plowing for
a couple of hours already, and I had just changed
places with him and started to clear a new lot. I
always plow the access points to the lot last to keep
people out of my way, so here I am just getting
started on this lot, which just happens to be a car
wash, and this car stops in the middle of the street
and starts honking and flashing his lights.
My partner gets out thinking that the guy is having car
trouble, so he goes to help while I continue plowing.
He comes back and says," you're not gonna believe
it, he wants to wash his car." I said, "Does he realize
it's 28 degrees?" My partner replies, "Yes, he knows
but he just has to try it." Well, I clear him a path to the
nearest wash bay and continue to clear the lot, which
takes roughly 45 minutes. Meanwhile, after washing
his car, the guy goes into the managers office to talk
over a cup of coffee. I leave the lot and go down the
street to another customer.
About 30 minutes later, I drive by the wash and notice
the same car is still there with its owner prying on his
now frozen doors. By the way this is a Taurus with
plastic door handles. I pick up my cell phone and beep
the wash manager. He calls me back, and I tell him what
is going on. Just as he steps outside, still talking to me
on the phone, the guy breaks the door handle and goes
flying into a snow drift loosing his hat and glasses. After
crawling around in the snow, he finds his hat, full of snow,
and moments later his glasses. Now the manager is on
the scene. He uses the hot pressure washer to steam
open the passenger side door and let the guy in. Now he
starts the car to help melt the ice, and again goes inside
for coffee.
I am now plowing the lot directly across the street, and
I have been watching the whole thing from a distance.
My phone rings again and guess what? He let it run out
of gas. The manager takes a gas can up the street,
brings back a couple of gallons of gas and puts it in the
car himself , we don't want to take any chances now,
we just want this guy to get home before he does some
real damage. The guy starts his car again, leaves the
wash and drives away.
Does the story end here............ NO!!!!! He stops at the
nearest gas station, fills the car and drives away with
the nozzle still in the tank tearing the pump from its
base. Talk about your bad days!!!!!!
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