People ask me, "Chick, why do ya drink? (I don't, really...), Chick, why do you roll smoke?" It's because of shit like this...
I get a phone call about an hour and a half ago.
Voicemail got it.
I got it.
It's Phil, the guy who brought Bo here for me last week.
He has "news".
The check?
Didn't clear.
He'd either have the money or the horse and if he got the horse, I'd be fucked.
That's pretty much how I said it, too... We hang up and I call Mr Boss.
He (Phil) calls Mrs Boss. Mr Boss is putting up a building and can't do anything immediate and I didn't know yet that Phil was talking to Mrs Boss. He calls back and I told him my story about Mr Boss, then he tells me he talked to Mrs Boss and she was "snooty".
Who?
Her?
*rolls eyes* Well, they didn't get too far, either. Started with "Come get the horse..." (hey, man... hang on here) to them letting it go til 4:00pm as that was the earliest she could leave the farm. Then, I said I was on my way over there to see what was up and I'd let him know. I felt like puking at this point, by the way... I took a little while to calm down, drink a cuppa coffee, smoke a cigarette or 90 and finally went over.
Before I left, I told Eric I was gonna catch it. I knew I would, but, like I also told Eric, I also already know it's because she's comfortable enough around me to vent, so... so what? It's okay. I can take it. And, I did. I did manage to get out the possible job part. She seemed happy about that. Well, at least she didn't yell during that part... Apparently, she'd just gotten off the phone with Phil again and had taken care of it ALL. He's on his way there now to get his money and I don't know if it's cash, another (local) check or what. Nor do I care, frankly.
All I know is that she's already got the bill of sale filled out and is pissed.
He's getting paid and I'm moving the horse. I called him back when I got back from over there and just pretty much told him she's not a happy camper and "Just don't take it personally..."
"Huh? What?" Her mood, son, her mood. "Oh, she's pissed?" Ayeah.
She's by herself over there, has a lotta shit going on at once, is pissed about the whole check deal (I'd hate to be the bank employee who answers that call) and yeah, she's pissed right now. I just left there.... "Oh, okay..."
"Hey, if I get lost trying to find her place, can I call you?" *siiigh*
Yes, Phil.
You can call me.
(And, I promise not to lead down a long lonely road to the middle of nowhere and beat the bloody hell outta you with a stick. Your buddy Larry, on the other hand...) So, here's where it stands right this second. I've got a guy about to get his balls bitten off by a very pissed off redheaded lady who now owns my horse.
All so I can have this HORSE. This, people with enquiring minds who want to know, is exactly why, much like my horse's namesake, I feel compelled beyond all reason to "roll smoke". Any questions?
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