Another day at the parts house - Page 3

>> "Hey, why don't you accept Christ as your savior, and get
>> out of that damn cult? You're a total git Steve added."
>> Joe the counter man, looked up and saw the conflict
>> about
>> to happen. Told Steve to STFU. well, Joey had been in
>> business since when AC meant open the window, and wasn't
>> taking any crap from anyone. Chris told Joe that it was
>> OK.
>> Chris replied that he'd founded salvation, thanks for
>> worrying about me. He walked up to the counter, and asked
>> after the order he'd called in. Two start capacitors for
>> window air conditioners. Chris proceeded to pay for the
>> caps, using loose change.
>> Steve watched from the next "window" over, at the
>> counter.
>> Laughed, and laughed. Steve was here to purchase two
>> condensing units for central AC, and was laughing at the
>> small purchase.
>> Behind the counter, Joe put down the phone. "Milligan,
>> again. Wants to sell us his latest software package. We
>> keep
>> telling him, he's got to contact the store HQ. So, Steve,
>> what can I get you?".
>> On the way out of the building, Chris had to jump back.
>> The
>> Daring Dufas had been practicing the curb jump. This
>> time,
>> he managed to clear about 8 inches of air under his
>> tires.
>> Better than last week when Dufas had been emaciated. But,
>> packing on some weight was good. Doof normally ran about
>> 125
>> pounds, and stood nearly 5 foot 3. All the guys used to
>> call
>> him to do crawl spaces. Only HVAC man who could fit in a
>> 8 x
>> 12 duct.
>> "Good one, Doof!" Chris called, and headed back to his
>> panel
>> van. He set the capacitor on the floor next to the
>> whiskey bottle and used his cell phone to call
>> the liquor store. What a moment to run out of grog. Told
>> em
>> he'd be there in a couple minutes, and meet me at the
>> back
>> door.
>> Just about that moment, Steve from Noon Air drove in,
>> driving his old beat up Yugo which he only drove for
>> religious reasons. You could tell by the look on his
>> face,
>> that he was on crack. A closer look, and you could tell
>> he
>> had gotten some wicked ass speedball or something. Man,
>> that
>> guy was really hopped up. Even the peace sign hanging
>> from
>> the rear view miror looked messed up, today.
>> In the Yugo, the news and weather was on. The guy on the
>> radio was saying how the DEA was shutting down pot fields
>> all over the state. Steve rolled down the window and
>> hollered in no particular direction "Stormy, you effing
>> hack! They are burning your effing pot fields out, hope
>> you
>> go into dee cees and have a fit and die!" Unfortunately,
>> Steve knocked over his last nickel bag of weed into the
>> carpet of the Yugo. "And I hate smoking that vacuum
>> cleaner
>> shit!" The last time, he'd used his shop vac to clean the
>> weed out of the carpet, and smoked what was in the vacuum
>> cleaner.
>> Stormy finally manages to focuss his eyes and
>> bashes his head in with a rock.

>>> "Hey, why don't you accept Christ as your savior, and get
>>> out of that damn cult? You're a total git Steve added."
>>> Joe the counter man, looked up and saw the conflict
>>> about
>>> to happen. Told Steve to STFU. well, Joey had been in
>>> business since when AC meant open the window, and wasn't
>>> taking any crap from anyone. Chris told Joe that it was
>>> OK.
>>> Chris replied that he'd founded salvation, thanks for
>>> worrying about me. He walked up to the counter, and asked
>>> after the order he'd called in. Two start capacitors for
>>> window air conditioners. Chris proceeded to pay for the
>>> caps, using loose change.
>>> Steve watched from the next "window" over, at the
>>> counter.
>>> Laughed, and laughed. Steve was here to purchase two
>>> condensing units for central AC, and was laughing at the
>>> small purchase.
>>> Behind the counter, Joe put down the phone. "Milligan,
>>> again. Wants to sell us his latest software package. We
>>> keep
>>> telling him, he's got to contact the store HQ. So, Steve,
>>> what can I get you?".
>>> On the way out of the building, Chris had to jump back.
>>> The
>>> Daring Dufas had been practicing the curb jump. This
>>> time,
>>> he managed to clear about 8 inches of air under his
>>> tires.
>>> Better than last week when Dufas had been emaciated. But,
>>> packing on some weight was good. Doof normally ran about
>>> 125
>>> pounds, and stood nearly 5 foot 3. All the guys used to
>>> call
>>> him to do crawl spaces. Only HVAC man who could fit in a
>>> 8 x
>>> 12 duct.
>>> "Good one, Doof!" Chris called, and headed back to his
>>> panel
>>> van. He set the capacitor on the floor next to the
>>> whiskey bottle and used his cell phone to call
>>> the liquor store. What a moment to run out of grog. Told
>>> em
>>> he'd be there in a couple minutes, and meet me at the
>>> back
>>> door.
>>> Just about that moment, Steve from Noon Air drove in,
>>> driving his old beat up Yugo which he only drove for
>>> religious reasons. You could tell by the look on his
>>> face,
>>> that he was on crack. A closer look, and you could tell
>>> he
>>> had gotten some wicked ass speedball or something. Man,
>>> that
>>> guy was really hopped up. Even the peace sign hanging
>>> from
>>> the rear view miror looked messed up, today.
>>> In the Yugo, the news and weather was on. The guy on the
>>> radio was saying how the DEA was shutting down pot fields
>>> all over the state. Steve rolled down the window and
>>> hollered in no particular direction "Stormy, you effing
>>> hack! They are burning your effing pot fields out, hope
>>> you
>>> go into dee cees and have a fit and die!" Unfortunately,
>>> Steve knocked over his last nickel bag of weed into the
>>> carpet of the Yugo. "And I hate smoking that vacuum
>>> cleaner
>>> shit!" The last time, he'd used his shop vac to clean the
>>> weed out of the carpet, and smoked what was in the vacuum
>>> cleaner.
>>> Stormy finally manages to focuss his eyes and
>>> bashes his head in with a rock.
> "THE END IS UPON US!" Preached the King as he chugged on
> the gallon jug of moonshine. He was well known as the
> village idiot but most folks around here considered him
> to be a harmless fool. Children would tease him but a few
> compassionate grownups would toss him some change from
> time to time.
>
> Meanwhile, at the hospital, Stormy had been transferred to
> the HVAC guy with head injuries wing. Where he met a hard
> shelled guy who had fallen off a ladder years before.

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