I see it's been almost a year since my last post (10 months), but then again, no one really reads this crap so what does it matter? Let's just say it's been an odd New Year so far...I've lost my grandfather earlier this month and gained a pig as the newest family member. But enough about me, the tale I bring to the table today is about a customer and her 2 Boxer mixed puppies. Now I had this customer on Saturday, and while I was walking back and forth around her house to fix her problem, I noticed a dead headless chicken sitting in her front yard. Not knowing that she was watching me out the window, I must of had some WTF face going on, when I hear "Yeah, that's a dead chicken!" So you already know that it's here, and yet no drive inside to remove it from your yard?! (I said this in my head, because once again I work in the mountains of Tennessee, and this seems to be a norm of some sorts) Well I get her fixed and go start my glorious one day weekend. I get into work today and have a safety meeting or as I call it, the old smoke up the ass procedure. After said meeting I look at my job list. Low and behold Ms. Dead Chicken in her yard is my first trouble...says a lot about my fixing skills! I try to call her and get no answer. When I finally get to her house, I walk to the box on the side of the house to check the trouble. Noticing that the dead chicken had been removed. I then go towards the side door that I used Saturday to knock. I'm greeted by the two Boxer mix puppies before I even get on the car port. I get the old barking and trying to become friendlier with my crotch than I'd like them to be. I shoo them away and when I get to the door, I see a grown man's tighty whiteys hanging out of the dog door.
These kind of things are starting to become more normal to me, but I will take a picture of it...cause that some funny shit right there! Ok back on subject, customer finally comes to the door and says something about the underwear, to which I replied "Not my job to ask you how you party here, but how can I fix it?" So we laughed it off and went inside. I asked her a few questions about her trouble she was reporting, then she says out of nowhere, "Yeah that's the chicken in here." I look around her 5'2" 190lb. roundish frame to see what, but that damn headless chicken sitting on her living room floor.
At this point, besides wanting to take a picture of it, cause who in the hell is gonna believe this without visual proof, I mustarded up the words huh and uhmmmm. I'm just going to say that if this happened at my house, my wife would be going into a mass hysteria while trying to bleach the whole house. And yet this women brings it up so nonchalantly, makes me think drugs or alcohol or both have to be involved. We finished up our pleasantries, I left my number (for phone repair purposes only, cause I'm to old to party like that) and went on my way with a slightly different outlook about my Monday.
Well hope everybody has/had a better Monday than me,
Marc
