(This is a continuation of the news story about the prosecution and conviction of the local drug lord. See my first story at: Two-Day's Short Thoughts, Some Scary )
Friday was a busy day. A wet day, but highly localized moisture inside our building as the hot water heater malfunctioned but we caught it just in time. Drip, drip, drip.
As I was getting a few parts in one of many trips to several stores, including other liquid supplies such as coffee, I noticed a teleBision news cameraman on the sidewalk on our property. He was obviously more interested in something besides my faulty leaky hot water heater, as he had his camera pointing at the carpet & flooring store across the street. The store is owned by the recently convicted drug lord of the city. Well, I should say, was owned. The cameraman told me that in a few minutes at 12:30 PM the ownership of the building was changing and he was there to interview the new owners. I had not heard that particular news just yet about their building being sold. I knew that the drug lord got about 100 months in prison and lost a lot of property, money and several very eXpensive vehicles, a Maserati and a Bentley were just a few of the many.
So several minutes later I was wandering back down the sidewalk for a few more repair parts, as the hardware store is on the same block as our building, same side of the street. The cameraman is still there and I chat with him again. He told me that the people at the carpet store were NOT happy that he was filming their store. He told me that someone at the carpet store had flipped his camera off.
So my little humorous brain heard the words "flipped off" and mixed in the long distance of "across the street", and with a straight face I asked the cameraman in a confused naive Steven Wright voice, "WOW!, that's incredible that they were able to turn your camera off by remote control all the way from across the street".
The confused cameraman looked at me for just a split second, and said, "No, they didn't turn my camera off, they gave me the ..." and he continued on showing me the hand-finger gesture and then I smiled slightly and I told him that I reaLLy knew what he meant the first time, and then he saw my play on the words "flipped off" and cracked up laughing. He told me it was pretty funny. I agreed. I gave him my blog address, and told him that I write all kinds of siLLy things, with special emphasis on my stories about my alter ego of a mentally challenged space alien trapped on earth.
We eventually got our hot water heater replaced, functionally flowing, but I haven't met the new neighbors yet. Luckily we got our flooring job finished for the pedicure room at our business just a few weeks ago, so come on by and get your toes prettied up & painted, especially if you are going on a trip, business, family vacation or maybe headed down south to federal prison.
Don't worry, I don't do nails. I leave that to trained certified professionals.
Friday was a busy day. A wet day, but highly localized moisture inside our building as the hot water heater malfunctioned but we caught it just in time. Drip, drip, drip.
As I was getting a few parts in one of many trips to several stores, including other liquid supplies such as coffee, I noticed a teleBision news cameraman on the sidewalk on our property. He was obviously more interested in something besides my faulty leaky hot water heater, as he had his camera pointing at the carpet & flooring store across the street. The store is owned by the recently convicted drug lord of the city. Well, I should say, was owned. The cameraman told me that in a few minutes at 12:30 PM the ownership of the building was changing and he was there to interview the new owners. I had not heard that particular news just yet about their building being sold. I knew that the drug lord got about 100 months in prison and lost a lot of property, money and several very eXpensive vehicles, a Maserati and a Bentley were just a few of the many.
So several minutes later I was wandering back down the sidewalk for a few more repair parts, as the hardware store is on the same block as our building, same side of the street. The cameraman is still there and I chat with him again. He told me that the people at the carpet store were NOT happy that he was filming their store. He told me that someone at the carpet store had flipped his camera off.
So my little humorous brain heard the words "flipped off" and mixed in the long distance of "across the street", and with a straight face I asked the cameraman in a confused naive Steven Wright voice, "WOW!, that's incredible that they were able to turn your camera off by remote control all the way from across the street".
The confused cameraman looked at me for just a split second, and said, "No, they didn't turn my camera off, they gave me the ..." and he continued on showing me the hand-finger gesture and then I smiled slightly and I told him that I reaLLy knew what he meant the first time, and then he saw my play on the words "flipped off" and cracked up laughing. He told me it was pretty funny. I agreed. I gave him my blog address, and told him that I write all kinds of siLLy things, with special emphasis on my stories about my alter ego of a mentally challenged space alien trapped on earth.
We eventually got our hot water heater replaced, functionally flowing, but I haven't met the new neighbors yet. Luckily we got our flooring job finished for the pedicure room at our business just a few weeks ago, so come on by and get your toes prettied up & painted, especially if you are going on a trip, business, family vacation or maybe headed down south to federal prison.
Don't worry, I don't do nails. I leave that to trained certified professionals.
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