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I need to learn to say no more often.

Got screwed outta a SUV last night.

A dumbazzed friend of a friends dumbazzed wife comes rolling in on me here where I got all these rigs stored.

Truck he came in on goes roaring away, they just dropped him off.

He comes up a panicky sayin' he's gotta have a car, he needs to get two counties over and fast.

He works for Pike and they'd been moving their trucks all day staging them to go rippin' down south to rebuild all the powerlines the storm took out.



Seems Mr.Dumbazz had left his lunch bucket in one of the trucks and his car keys were in it.

Of course I've got every thing with wheels of everybody's here that needed stored and everything is full of gas.

That's why I'm camped out here like a guard dog.

The dudes story was just full of holes, says he'll be back in a couple hours "unless" he gets his call out and has to head south, "but" if that was to happen, they'd let him come home first to grab clothes.
He wasn't a good lier, I was just ready to tell him to FO when his wife called me with the please, please, please schit, she's at work at the hospital.

I let them wear me down and tossed him the keys to a little Chevy SUV I had sitting here.

He was no sooner gone and the wife calls me back, she's like 'I dunno how he's gonna get in the house if his keys are in his lunchbox two counties over', I ask, why's he gotta get in the house? She says he's gotta get his clothes.

He wasn't taking calls anymore, her's or mine and of course he never came back.

Prick was lying all along, I'm sure his car is somewhere close by and outta gas, he'd got his call-out to go south before he came to see me.

That's how ya burn bridges, they'll get nothing ever again.

Christ only knows where he's left the SUV or when he might get back from South Florida.