[LWJ]

Story time.

My Dad worked for the Corps of Engineers. Worked with a fellow who had a good middle class ++ job who was a member of a minority group. He earned far more than most of his peers. He wanted to live with his people so he lived in a less than ideal neighborhood where his people lived. His income afforded him a nice truck and a very nice ocean going boat. But having nicer things than his peers, he was victimized by constant thieving, which pissed him off to no end.

He also loved to catch fish in the Pacific. He caught a fair amount of some sort of fish on a particular day. It happened to be garbage day and in the Summer. He didn't want the mess to stink up his trash like Vash had. So he put it into a bag and then a box and then gift wrapped it. He put the box into the bed of his truck and drove to the local quickie mart and slowly shopped for some post-fish trip beers. He noticed someone snooping around his truckbed and poked his head out the store to yell at them to stay away. The wrapped box (containing fish guts) was quickly grabbed. He made some more comments out the door "come back! Hey! I need that!" You get the idea. The thief only ran faster and farther. My Dad's co-worker then bought his beer as he had something to really celebrate.

I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I do. I heard this story way back in the early 1970's when it happened. I still am highly amused...