Another day, another Furd.
We had nothing scheduled this morning so I slept in a bit. Then
As I was sitting here playing on the computer since ti was colder than my ex wife’s heart outside the phone started ringing.
First was a guy up in Charlotte that had a miscellanea load of scrap that he was going to give me for free. As soon as I hung up with him I got a c all from a guy looking for the Crouse Scrap yard. They still don’t have a listed number. He had a 2002 Ford Turdus that he wanted to scrap. I gave him my price and he said he would call back.
I had noticed yesterday that I had forgotten to tip the Papa Johns delivery guy when I checked the receipt. I pride myself in giving good tips to delivery drivers and I really felt bad for the guy. So my first stop was going to be Papa John's.
I grabbed my last cigar and then got my old Colibri lighter out and filled it up. Then I gave it a test light. It went up in flames in my hand, mush to everyone’s surprise – especially mine. Fortunately I had a towel handy so I wrapped it up and it went out. Several years ago when I was at my folks house my mom took my pants to wash them and didn't check the pockets. She washed it and it has never been right since. Colibri is out of business so I have a really nice looking lighter that is now a paper weight. Oh well.
I gassed up my other lighter and left.
Steph and Heath both needed a nap so they went to sleep and I hopped in Christine and headed out.
The manager at Papa John's thought something was wrong when I came in and asked to for him. He said no one has ever come into tip a driver.
Then I went to the gas station next door. They had a pipe to burst overnight and the store was full of water. I felt bad for them as they tried to get it all cleaned up. I got my gas and headed out.
I called the guy in Charlotte to let him know I was coming and he said that his Uncle wanted to keep the scrap, but he couldn't find my phone number to call me because his phone is messed up.
So I headed home to switch trucks.
On the way in my buddy Tim was out at his mailbox so I stopped to talk to him for a minute then headed home.
The mail had run so I checked it and found my order of cigars had come. I was a happy camper.
Then I made the short drive to Lincolnton in the BlueOx and snagged the Turdus. He said it would start if you kept your foot on the floor. It started and ran for 6 seconds then the engine heaved it last and died.
We pushed it up on the dolly and I dragged it home.
The Honda I got this weekend was sitting in my way so I just drove up behind it and gave it a shove. The little Honda was mo match for the mighty Ox.
Finally I released the dogs from the pen and let them make a few laps around the yard then brought them in for the night.
Tomorrow morning the Turdus will get stripped and crushed then we have to go up to Charlotte and get another car.