Frogman
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Ok, I just have to vent here... The poor homeless sap I vented on earlier didn't do much.
I went a'coyote hunting last night. Got a few of them, got home about 0230 this morning.
Woke up about 0500, took a nice refreshing cold shower, and got dressed... something about going around naked, society doesn't seem to care for.
I look for my daily carry weapon... Can't find the damned thing. Looked in the pick-up truck I drove last night, nothing. Looked all over the house, nothing. I knew it was around, just didn't quite know where. So, I walked into the safe, grabbed a replacement, and went to breakfast with the old farts. I'm the youngest member of the Old Fart Club, 6 guys in their 90's who meet regularly for breakfast. I love listening to them share stories from their "day".
I get back home, and empty the bed to make room around the gooseneck. I go to get one of the goosenecks. I get there, the damned trailer has a flat tire. "Alright... I'll just hook onto the other one, I don't need ramps"... FLAT TIRE! WTF? I got annoyed, latched onto the first gooseneck, and drug it to town. Went to the tire shop, got a new tire. As they're installing the tire, I jumped on the web to look for an AC/DC converter for my 5th wheel camper, as the factory one went south a few days ago.
I have great WiFi signal, but no internet. The Verizon Data card plugged into the Cradlepoint router is flashing red. Unplugged the card, plugged it back in, nothing. Plugged the card into my laptop, nothing. Bad card.
Go to the local Verizon store to get a new one. "Don't have any", tells the lady working there. "When will you have more?" "Don't know."
Go load up the thing I needed to move, took it to my property, unloaded it, did a walk around checking tires... I'm missing 3 out of the 6 lugnuts on the wheel with the freshly replaced tire. Came back into town, went to the tire shop. "Nuts fall off all the time Sir. We'll put 3 new ones on there, they're 7 bucks apiece." the manager tells me. "They do? New one on me. Alright."
As I'm loitering around the trailer, I glance over at the tech's little cart. There, huddled together, are my lug nuts. I looked at the tech, "Dude, I must have the smartest lugnuts ever" "Huh?" said the tech. "The three lugnuts I'm missing, they're right there on the tray". "Uhhh... those aren't yours, Sir." "Really? You sell black painted lugnuts here? Because the ones you're putting on are chrome". Called the manager over "The lug nuts I'm missing" I said, pointing to the three lone lugnuts. "What the fork are they doing here?" Manager looks at the lugnuts, compares them to the other ones on the trailer, questions the tech about them. Manager takes tech into his office, and proceeds to chew his ass out. Comes out 5 minutes later with the receipt from the new tire purchase, and a new receipt attached to it, showing a credit of $83 back to my CC. He apologizes, checks the rest of the lugnuts, and sends me on my way.
Took the trailer back to the shop, and on my way there, I reached into the back seat to grab a bottle of water... What is it my hand spies? The outline of a handgun. I grabbed it, looked at it, and it's my missing daily carry! It WAS RIGHT ON TOP OF THE WATER CASE!
So... so far, at least I found my handgun.
I went a'coyote hunting last night. Got a few of them, got home about 0230 this morning.
Woke up about 0500, took a nice refreshing cold shower, and got dressed... something about going around naked, society doesn't seem to care for.
I look for my daily carry weapon... Can't find the damned thing. Looked in the pick-up truck I drove last night, nothing. Looked all over the house, nothing. I knew it was around, just didn't quite know where. So, I walked into the safe, grabbed a replacement, and went to breakfast with the old farts. I'm the youngest member of the Old Fart Club, 6 guys in their 90's who meet regularly for breakfast. I love listening to them share stories from their "day".
I get back home, and empty the bed to make room around the gooseneck. I go to get one of the goosenecks. I get there, the damned trailer has a flat tire. "Alright... I'll just hook onto the other one, I don't need ramps"... FLAT TIRE! WTF? I got annoyed, latched onto the first gooseneck, and drug it to town. Went to the tire shop, got a new tire. As they're installing the tire, I jumped on the web to look for an AC/DC converter for my 5th wheel camper, as the factory one went south a few days ago.
I have great WiFi signal, but no internet. The Verizon Data card plugged into the Cradlepoint router is flashing red. Unplugged the card, plugged it back in, nothing. Plugged the card into my laptop, nothing. Bad card.
Go to the local Verizon store to get a new one. "Don't have any", tells the lady working there. "When will you have more?" "Don't know."
Go load up the thing I needed to move, took it to my property, unloaded it, did a walk around checking tires... I'm missing 3 out of the 6 lugnuts on the wheel with the freshly replaced tire. Came back into town, went to the tire shop. "Nuts fall off all the time Sir. We'll put 3 new ones on there, they're 7 bucks apiece." the manager tells me. "They do? New one on me. Alright."
As I'm loitering around the trailer, I glance over at the tech's little cart. There, huddled together, are my lug nuts. I looked at the tech, "Dude, I must have the smartest lugnuts ever" "Huh?" said the tech. "The three lugnuts I'm missing, they're right there on the tray". "Uhhh... those aren't yours, Sir." "Really? You sell black painted lugnuts here? Because the ones you're putting on are chrome". Called the manager over "The lug nuts I'm missing" I said, pointing to the three lone lugnuts. "What the fork are they doing here?" Manager looks at the lugnuts, compares them to the other ones on the trailer, questions the tech about them. Manager takes tech into his office, and proceeds to chew his ass out. Comes out 5 minutes later with the receipt from the new tire purchase, and a new receipt attached to it, showing a credit of $83 back to my CC. He apologizes, checks the rest of the lugnuts, and sends me on my way.
Took the trailer back to the shop, and on my way there, I reached into the back seat to grab a bottle of water... What is it my hand spies? The outline of a handgun. I grabbed it, looked at it, and it's my missing daily carry! It WAS RIGHT ON TOP OF THE WATER CASE!
So... so far, at least I found my handgun.
