Oh this is good. Back in about 97 when he was still hanging on and his bouncer let go, Robert said on the phone, he had brand new heads for $70/ea. So I go, well how can he screw me on this. By now I had been weight lifting thru the years. I opened the box and they were pretty. I got on the interstate and reached for a head because I knew he was good at screwing people some kinda way. There were NO VALVES in them! I turned around, went back, and layed them on his counter. Had my sleeves rolled up and I had the 17" arms and put the bare heads on his counter. I was nice , diplomatic and silent. Without words my face expression was saying," look the tables are turned now b!tch". I did not even let him look up at me. Every time he'd try, I'd stare down into his.It was fun! There were no words said, because he knew our past. I guess I'm weird cuz I just hated most old men. I was taught to respect them , but all they did was mistake my kindness for weakness. The preacher man said, God wants us to be as gentle as a lamb , but shrewd as a wolf or something like that. Don't let people screw ya! Years ago at work a guy would walk the floors at work humiliating people, until he met his match. The new guy slammed his pencil and his eye balls filled with blood and he let him have it in full view of the others. Ole BAD ASS changed jobs and put in for early retirement. He could not handle the tables turned.
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