Hello All:

Here I am ready to put up a new antenna that will set the hole world on
its side, with Tecknology, inspiration, and advanced state of the art.

Ooops but I need a stinking 3/8 inch bolt with a few washers and nuts.
Yeah and a few other Bitchen Guy Antenna pieces of hardware to get this
new marvel of a antenna up in the air. I look around the yard and
advanced antenna manufacturing facility (the Garage), I even pop the
hood on the big Ford F250 4X4 Truck for a bolt to save a trip into town,
and save some time. Welp no dice!

Ok hop in Putt & Park smaller truck, gets 27 miles per gallon, and
doesn't have as many bullet holes as the big truck tho. I notice it
needs gas, oh wonderful! So I peel out going down the dirt road going
side ways, listening to Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, and few others. Good thing
I haven't started drinking yet!

So get gas, and quick sanwidtch, but theres some nut ball there in front
of me buying candy bars, and hair restore location, and some other
communist ****!, so I have to wait for this goof, trying to pay for his
crapp with a travelers check. Then I am haulin the mail again. Theres a
parking spot right up front for us Bitchen Antenna Type of Guys, at the
hardware store. I am sure this is a FCC rule.

I go in and pick up the hardware from the nuts and bolts hardware
section, knowing it like the back of my hand. But at the pay counter
theres a semi nice old lady buying potted plants, Plastic Napkin
Holders, and some communist gardening crapp. Oh and she is paying for it
with a credit card. I hold my " whats wrong with you people" comment.
Knowing she can't take all day there, and I am supposed to be adult. Or
something like "Wow this is a Dime holding up a Dollar"

I cringe, when she asks for the location of more unnecessary ****, and
the sales person has all ready filled out her recite.

I look around for more sale counter people, and there is no one else
there, darn! I can't believe these hardware store have lost all grip on
realaity, ME having to wait in front of normal people?!?!??!

Finially I pay the guy a waping two dollars and 5 cents, in CASH. And I
am haulin the mail back home at mach 2. Up goes the antenna and it is
kicking major ass, BITCHEN!

Does this evey happen to you?

Jay in the Mojave