Oh, it's been an exhausting week. The truck was illegally towed in Knoxville Tuesday night - with Kharma in it.
Several of us go to the Side Street Cafe in Knoxville after the workshop. Bob and I park in the adjacent lot that belongs to an attorney friend of his. We have permission. The towing service has descriptions of our vehicles and the tag numbers. There aren't that many red Ford F150 4X4s with blue camper tops and Hamblen County tags in Knox County.
So, we've just been in there about 15 or 20 minutes. I was halfway through a Fat Tire - not a bad beer - when our server came in and said someone was towing two trucks in the lot next door.
We rushed out there, but not too upset because we had permission and all the drivers had to do was consult their list or radio in to dispatch, right?
Well, of COURSE the drivers were arrogant assholes out cruising to make some money that night.
They totally blew Bob off - big mistake. Never p1ss off an established local attorney. He may just do your wife's side of the divorce gratis, among other things.
Anyway, they started pulling out of the lot, trucks in tow, Kharma in the cab of my truck.
I went ballistic. Stood in front of the wrecker. He almost ran me down. I ripped the antenna off his truck - the big one to the radio. I was hoping he'd get mad enough to stop and get out. I had every intention of whipping him in the face with it.
It was rainy and cold and you can't even begin to imagine how angry I was. If I had a tail it would have been swishing like an angry cougar's.
Bob called the towing service and was professionally polite. The guy hadn't called him back in five minutes so I called.
I wasn't professionally polite after dude told me he'd have to wait until the trucks got into the yard to do anything about the problem. I told him to use the fscking radio - I assumed they were that technologically advanced. He didn't appreciate my language. I told him if he hadn't called Bob back with a suitable answer within 10 minutes I'd be calling him back again.
He called back within 3 minutes.
We went to pick up the trucks. Dude tried to escort me to mine - to check on it - I corrected him, told him I was going to check on my DOG and I didn't need him or his goddamned umbrella. He took off, nearly slipping in the mud in his haste.
He went into the office with Bob. Bob was ready to drag him outside and work on him. He tried to say the driver didn't know Kharma was in the truck. Bullshit. She'd been so torqued she'd pushed the passenger side window out past the gasketing.
Anyway, we got out of there. I slung a lot of mud and gravel around the lot in front of the office and churned up a nice big puddle where he and his guys would have to slog through it.
You all know I won't forget this . . .
Several of us go to the Side Street Cafe in Knoxville after the workshop. Bob and I park in the adjacent lot that belongs to an attorney friend of his. We have permission. The towing service has descriptions of our vehicles and the tag numbers. There aren't that many red Ford F150 4X4s with blue camper tops and Hamblen County tags in Knox County.
So, we've just been in there about 15 or 20 minutes. I was halfway through a Fat Tire - not a bad beer - when our server came in and said someone was towing two trucks in the lot next door.
We rushed out there, but not too upset because we had permission and all the drivers had to do was consult their list or radio in to dispatch, right?
Well, of COURSE the drivers were arrogant assholes out cruising to make some money that night.
They totally blew Bob off - big mistake. Never p1ss off an established local attorney. He may just do your wife's side of the divorce gratis, among other things.
Anyway, they started pulling out of the lot, trucks in tow, Kharma in the cab of my truck.
I went ballistic. Stood in front of the wrecker. He almost ran me down. I ripped the antenna off his truck - the big one to the radio. I was hoping he'd get mad enough to stop and get out. I had every intention of whipping him in the face with it.
It was rainy and cold and you can't even begin to imagine how angry I was. If I had a tail it would have been swishing like an angry cougar's.
Bob called the towing service and was professionally polite. The guy hadn't called him back in five minutes so I called.
I wasn't professionally polite after dude told me he'd have to wait until the trucks got into the yard to do anything about the problem. I told him to use the fscking radio - I assumed they were that technologically advanced. He didn't appreciate my language. I told him if he hadn't called Bob back with a suitable answer within 10 minutes I'd be calling him back again.
He called back within 3 minutes.
We went to pick up the trucks. Dude tried to escort me to mine - to check on it - I corrected him, told him I was going to check on my DOG and I didn't need him or his goddamned umbrella. He took off, nearly slipping in the mud in his haste.
He went into the office with Bob. Bob was ready to drag him outside and work on him. He tried to say the driver didn't know Kharma was in the truck. Bullshit. She'd been so torqued she'd pushed the passenger side window out past the gasketing.
Anyway, we got out of there. I slung a lot of mud and gravel around the lot in front of the office and churned up a nice big puddle where he and his guys would have to slog through it.
You all know I won't forget this . . .
