Hello All:

Yeah I am glad you guys found some humor in this. But it really strains
me to have to wait in any line with normal people, paying with Travelers
Checks from Afghanistan, and buying stuff in front of pay and go customers.

Was down in Beautiful Down Town Burbank, at the HRO (Ham Radio Outlet)
Store. The local know it all goof ball was there elebowing me out of the
way to the cashier. I let him go, but the store guy said he would take
me first since I spent 10 times more then this goof, and I was there
first. I felt really good about that.

Jay in the Mojave


Jay in the Mojave wrote:

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