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

Jay in the Mojave wrote:
snip for brevity
Ooops but I need a stinking 3/8 inch bolt with a few washers and nuts.

Hello Jay

The hardware from hell. (is that anything like the highway?)

"Jay in the Mojave" wrote in message
...
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


LMAO!!

Way too many times, way way too many times........................

Landshark

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?

No. It's Un-American to pay in cash.

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

On Thu, 07 Jun 2007 13:03:35 -0700, Jay in the Mojave
wrote in :

snip
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,


Why do you let someone push you around like that? If it ever happens
again you grab him by the scruff of the neck, escort him out the door,
and teach him a few things about interference.

From: (Jay*in*the*Mojave)
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

_
You should really stop slumming in such areas.

On Jun 7, 11:53 pm, (I AmnotGeorgeBush) wrote:
From: (Jay in the Mojave)
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

_
You should really stop slumming in such areas.

Better there than the Petro toilet where you take FUGGLY KID!

From: (Jay*in*the*Mojave)
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

_

Home Depot is like that. Lowes is no better. I'd much rather put up with
a long wait at a smaller, locally-owned store as opposed to the giant
retailer thieves that carry inferior products. Use that Armstrong method
and point that bitchen' antenna due east. And a tad to the south.
Californication communications are all the rage these past coupla days
from the waterfall state.