Any more dimensions and he'll have to take off a shoe to keep count.
I bet they both lose a Michelin Star for this.
Ha. He earned his 2.5 hour round trip then. And honestly, had he pulled out another, $200 I'd have told him fuck off.
I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don't remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let's say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he'll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it's all square and good.
He says cool, here's $300.
I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I'm selling it for 5. Not 3.
He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.
I say well, I'm selling it for 5.
He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.
I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn't done that.
He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.
The right can't create. Nothing. No art, no music, no writing. It's all garbage. I think it's an empathy thing.
Yes. That's the joke. He very openly told stories about he and my mom sold pot to get to and from Woodstock.
I worked with my dad for 20 years. He taught me almost everything I know about building houses. But I think the two biggest things were, how to deal with tricky clients (this applies to all people, not just clients), and how to come at everything with a relaxed style. He used to say he spent a lot of money in the '60s developing his attitude.
They're rad. My wife got me 2 Nigerian dwarf goats for my birthday last year (after a lot of talking about it, don't give animals as a surprise gift). They're at least as smart as dogs, as curious as anything, and they each have distinct personalities. We live just outside a city and walk them just about everyday on leashes. The whole neighborhood loves them.
He prefers playfull headbutts. You hold your hand out and he highfives with his noggin. But I promise he gets tons. His brother is the one who wants skritches .
His nickname at the farm where he was born was Peanut. And I fucking love Nutter-Butters. Seemed like it would be a crime to name him anytbing else.
I've been through a couple of 12step programs. Some are most deff cult like.
I like that it's small and that most people are kind.
I dislike that when there's a wave of reddit refugees it gets kind of gross for a bit till they either calm down or leave.
Also, beans and moths. But I'm not going to say if I like or dislike them, or one over the other.