LOL,.. I went Clint Eastwood on someone's ass and paid for it!

[Frankie]

The townhouse sits rather high on the edge of the drive shared by the rest of the neighborhood townhouses, making the approach to the garage somewhat steep and getting in and out of your vehicle rather difficult.

So, about a month ago, I had some buckets of paint in the back of my pick up truck as I had parked it in front of the garage overnight. Evidently while loading the paint buckets onto the truck some crack or puncture had developed at the bottom of one of the buckets and in the morning I discovered about a gallon's worth of white latex had oozed out and dripped onto the asphalt from the back of the truck (due to said steepness). I tried to hose it out of the asphalt, but by the time I had discovered it it was next to impossible to wash. I felt embarrassed but there was not much to do about it but to let nature eventually fade it out. Now the asphalt here is pretty ugly anyway with sloppy black patches and some oil drippings from cars all over it.

Fast forward to last Saturday. I drove to the townhouse and parked in front of the garage again. As I was getting out I heard somebody calling on me. I turned around and some 60ish dude, about my height and square jaw of perhaps an ex-marine officer (totally my judgement and comparison) walked up to me from a fair distance, put his hands on his sides and in the angry tone of an inquisiting warden, with his eyes fixed on the old paint stain, asked:

"WHAT IS THIS EYESORE?!"

Startled at his rude abruptness and consumed with the urge of not backing down, I looked him directly in the eyes and said,

"I didn't catch your name."

Ignoring what I said he went on, "I SAW THIS DRIPPING DOWN FROM YOUR TRUCK THE OTHER NIGHT!"

"And you didn't bother to knock on my door to tell me as it was happening." I said adding a bit of sarcasm, "You are a real caring citizen!"

"I DON't LIKE THIS," he declared still admiring his testosterone.

Increasingly agitated, I gave him a stare and said, "And you are the queen of WHERE?!"

At this point he backed out, angrily shaking, turned around and walked away.

Well, This morning someone has keyed the side of my pick up truck full length. Not once, but twice. Guess who's my #1 suspect.

(Footnote: I actually find this funny in its patheticness. My truck has already a lot of dents and scratches from all the building material and backyard brush that in the last few years it has carried.)

Just thought I'd share.

[vailpass]

Originally Posted by Frankie

If this is supposed to be a slam, it is quite lame. The kid is actually cute.

Of course not nearly as cute as the real deal:

Is that an IED trigger in your hand?

[Rausch]

Frankie, my man, you completely misplayed this.

Once he first pissed you off you should have said "That's ok, white devil, none of this will matter in a few days anyway."

He calls the authorities, they search you, and he looks like a racist douche because you're just some guy with a beat up truck.

Now when YOU go to call them. Well. "Aw hell, it's that crazy racist guy acting up again."

[Frankie]

Originally Posted by Rausch

Frankie, my man, you completely misplayed this.

Once he first pissed you off you should have said "That's ok, white devil, none of this will matter in a few days anyway."

He calls the authorities, they search you, and he looks like a racist douche because you're just some guy with a beat up truck.

Now when YOU go to call them. Well. "Aw hell, it's that crazy racist guy acting up again."

Hey do not call Heidar a beat up truck. He has scratches and old wounds from many daring missions, but he has almost no rust. He is HEIDAR THE MAGNIFICENT!

[vailpass]

Heidar