I've been doing business with a guy from the UW here for years.
He's of Polish background (not that it matters).
Last week he called me wanting a price for a Zurn floor drain (he's a plumber and I'm a supplier). He says, "I need a price on a 1022".
Needless to say, the question was ripe with response.
I told him, "Ruger makes a mighty fine 1022" (trying to be a smart azz). To which he replies, "OH YEAH! I got one one those when I was a kid. It's a great rifle and we take it every time we go camping for plinking".
A week later, he asked me if I had a good fathers day. I told him I boiled up a beef tongue. I was expecting a horrific response.
Much to my suprise, he says " I LOVE beef tongue! I remember as a kid this one place in Chicago that had the best tongue in the world! I used to get pickled tongue from them on line. They don't offer it any more."
I asked him how he got a 1022 in Chicago and he said he got it in Cali after they moved. Musta been years ago.
Bobitis, not to jack your thread but for a brief time I was a car salesman in the late 80's. A bag lady was wandering in the lot and no one would aknowledge her. I went out to help her and shook her hand as if she was anyone else. She wanted to drive a Cadillac. I went to get the keys and the manager was fuming and said to come to his office when I got back. He said that we don't give THOSE people rides. He was mad.
To make a long story short, she was a multi-millionaire and purposely dressed that way and went to several car lots where she could look at cars without being bothered. However out of all the lots that morning I was the only salesman who came out to shake her hand and greet her. She paid full sticker price for the Cadillac and purchased every addition road protection product available therefore helping my commissions. She came back after the purchase and stuck $100.00 in my shirt pocket and thanked me.
when I was 16, working in a restaurant, the cook would always tell me "no matters how much it hurts, always tell the truth". at the time thought he was just weird. couple years down the road, his mug in the paper. Turns out he was the leader of the clan in jersey.
after three rounds you're just making noise
Guns have only two enemies rust and politicians
I was a carpet cleaner for 22yrs and I went to a house one time.It was 90 degrees and she answered the door in a snowmobile suit.I couldnt believe it.You couldnt see the floor and I told her she would have to pick up and call and make a new appointment.She looked at me and said youll come back even after I failed.I said I sure will,well a month later she called me back and when I got there someone let me in and the woman was drunk and passed out at the dinner table and went face first into a plate of spagetti.same snowmobile suit.Never the less i cleaned her carpet.Then I called the police and told them how she was living and they went by and did a courtesy check.I talked to a detective a few weeks later and found out she was in the nursing home.Rumor was she had alot of money and her son stole it and took off.pretty sad
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Re: Ya never know who yer talking to.
When I was around 13 I was taken on a squirrel hunting trip by a neighboring farmer. We went to a shack back in the woods, and there we met a man with a squirrel hunting chihuahua. The man was Richard Briley III. Author of "The Death of the Kingfish", and "Nightriders". I know that most of you have probably never heard of either of these books, but "The Death of the Kingfish" used to be required reading at LSU. It was a trip that I will never forget, although at that time I did not know who Richard Briley III was.
Y'all be safe now, ya hear!
Without God we have no moral compass. Without Family we have no purpose. Without Guns we can not defend either our religious choice, or our family! Millwright
At a place I worked at back in '99 one of the guys was leaving so we threw him a little "party". We hired a stripper! Boy, was she a hot, lush little number. I talked with her a bit and she gave me her business card with a picture of her in a bikini on it. It only had her stage name on it so I didn't know her actual name. However, a couple of months later the August issue of Playboy came out and I found that picture in the centerfold section. She was Rebecca Scott.
I still have that card and the August issue. Maybe I'll meet her again and get it autographed.
Make three copies of that, and carry one in your wallet.
If it had been me calling you, and I mentioned I like Brains & Scrambled eggs, your reply woulda been?
Gramma tried sneaking that by us when we were Hamlin TX about 45 years ago. She whipped up a bunch of scrambled eggs fer us youngins one morning. I asked "Gramma, what are those pink bits". She replied in her cackling way, "why, them's pig brains"!
Maybe if she'da said steak, I could understand. But NO!