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08-22-2011 08:08 PM |
Here's the latest after talking about it with my clients today. It all started a few years ago with my client who was playing with their grand son outside with a gas powered radio control car on the quiet street. This little car let out a bunch of smoke as it rode along the front of the tree hugger's house while there were working on their yard. So, they had to go over and give the old man and the little kid a lesson on how to preserve the planet. The old guy basically told the young lady to eat siht and fuch off. ( I am laughing and waving my fist in the air, in my head ofcourse) Young guy some over... YOu know the story. The old man told me to tell tell these people to F themselves.
Now I'll just have to kill them with more kindness next time they stop by. Spoke to my welding contractor, he was using a portable job. A little generator. Not the monster in the back of his flat bed truck yet.
How do some people feel they must have need to say something? How do they get to be this way?
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