I can be ‘the nice guy’. Heck, it’s called social lubrication in my line of work. But there are limits to how far that “nice guy” will go ‘above and beyond’. When a situation starts to feel abused, that nice guy gets gagged and hog-tied then stuffed into the trunk for later release.
Son of Bossman used to send me to one of our client businesses, to collect on the bill. That sort of confused me at the time, until the other Crew lead explained it to me. When I am dealing with ‘less than reputable’ people, I can’t poker-face: my disdain shows loud and clear. The look of “I’d rather cut your spleen out and cook it while you looked on as you bled out” That Marine Warface they installed comes out and I don’t even realize it.
I never once was denied payment for the Bosses when I went to collect. May have had to wait for them to write the check, but they always did without argument.
Even now, as much as I dislike BadCuz and his GF, I remain civil. But that does NOT mean I will give them anything (except enough rope to hang themselves.) She is on parole and any violation will send her back to state for 2 years. And tonight Dad filled me in on why BadCuz is lolligaggin’ on replacing the transmission in his truck (after I ‘gave’ him a good replacement for $100) Canceled Drivers license, no insurance, and he has a $300 ticket for driving without either on the bench. Which also means he has a bench warrant out on him.
They are up here in hiding from the law, and a whole lot of their actions of late make more sense with those tidbits of info.
Let me catch them on that trailcam taking anything else. They took what they were told they could (by Unk). And I have the porch under the camera now, so if someone were to try that back door, I’ll have record of it. Trespassing is a parole violation.
I just want them gone. My Nice guy side was abused years back, and it won’t be coming back to rescue them, ever again.
Honestly, I can’t get my head around the mentality that creates such creatures. Burnout was very much such a creature, and even now has his backsliding moments. Those moments bring out my SHAME aspect, and I give him grief for days.
The same treatment slides right off the Nieghbors,,,
What spurred this? BadCuz’s GF flagged me down as I was coming in from work. She wanted dogfood for her pack of Ferals, and I just happened to have picked up a bag of Kibble for the Cozz.
Did she get any? ROFL,, not a single peice. And I let her know that her mutts have been visiting and stealing dawg and kitteh kibble. Her response was “just run ’em off”. Um, yeah,,, while I am work and my house is unattended? Stoopid slitch,,, I have other colorful additions to that thought, but this is a family oriented site. (kinda).
A lost art for some peeps now.
More tomorrow, Time for that adult beverage and some piddllin’ in the shop. Stay curious. Love y’all.
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