ramenth
Well-Known Member
My neighbor across the street is one of those scam guys...you know, one of those guys who claims a permanent disability yet somehow manages to have the reserves of energy and strength to be able to cruise the city and clean out people's garages and backyards for scrap. But I digress.
I walked out my front door yesterday to chastise my wife's pup for being at the driveway gate and barking at the neighbors. I hate this. My next door neighbor's dogs do this to everyone who walks by and I won't allow my dogs to do it. Again, I digress.
Turns out he was barking at my scrapper neighbor and his buddy when the scrapper asked me if the "old car" in my garage was for sale. He's talking about my Barracuda, of course.
A simple "no," from me isn't good enough. He has to press the issue. "Well whatta ya gonna do with it?" (Like it's any of his business.)
"I'm gonna build it and drive the hell out of it."
"Oh," he responds. "What year is that, anyway?"
"It's a '74." And I let it go at that.
What the hell is it with these damned small time scrappers? They see something and all the think of is scrap prices.
But, nah, I didn't spend all day with a buddy of mine, crammed into his rollback moving cars around, with the endgame to get the car in my garage. I didn't pay him for his troubles to move said cars around for me. I didn't go out and spend the money for caster dollies so I could move it around in my garage and driveway easier. Hey, it's under a roof (finally) and out of the weather, but that just makes it a "junk" car, right?
People like this kill me. They seem to leave their IQ (if they have one) in their wallets with the price of scrap. Yeah, I'm gonna sell an E-body for less than the price of scrap so this dips*** can haul if off and make scrap prices on it. :icon_rolleyes:
I have little use for this guy. I've got even less use for him now.
I walked out my front door yesterday to chastise my wife's pup for being at the driveway gate and barking at the neighbors. I hate this. My next door neighbor's dogs do this to everyone who walks by and I won't allow my dogs to do it. Again, I digress.
Turns out he was barking at my scrapper neighbor and his buddy when the scrapper asked me if the "old car" in my garage was for sale. He's talking about my Barracuda, of course.
A simple "no," from me isn't good enough. He has to press the issue. "Well whatta ya gonna do with it?" (Like it's any of his business.)
"I'm gonna build it and drive the hell out of it."
"Oh," he responds. "What year is that, anyway?"
"It's a '74." And I let it go at that.
What the hell is it with these damned small time scrappers? They see something and all the think of is scrap prices.
But, nah, I didn't spend all day with a buddy of mine, crammed into his rollback moving cars around, with the endgame to get the car in my garage. I didn't pay him for his troubles to move said cars around for me. I didn't go out and spend the money for caster dollies so I could move it around in my garage and driveway easier. Hey, it's under a roof (finally) and out of the weather, but that just makes it a "junk" car, right?
People like this kill me. They seem to leave their IQ (if they have one) in their wallets with the price of scrap. Yeah, I'm gonna sell an E-body for less than the price of scrap so this dips*** can haul if off and make scrap prices on it. :icon_rolleyes:
I have little use for this guy. I've got even less use for him now.