If not, who is in Downingtown?

If I'm right, I have the first initial correct.

If I'm not, are yoooouuuu... Jesus Christ?

lol...

Who's in Vancouver, Washington?

Is everyone who lives there stopping by one at a time or is it the same person, who just happens to have been here 2 and a half hours ago and thus must've seen my earlier inquiry?

My guess is that you are Jane.

I was in Boothwyn getting kero.

It's about 14 degrees.

I'm not usually overly animated or receptive to anything except getting the hell home on days/nights like this.

I was, however, wearing a heavy Dallas shirt and when I have Dallas shit showing on my person, I try to at least not be an asshole in general.
I don't want to be the reason anyone says, "That asshole in the Dallas shirt/hat/coat..."

So, I was back outside getting ready to pump the kero having already (over) paid inside.
(Kero used to be 4 bucks a gallon and it used to be 20 bucks to fill the kero can. The price is now 3 bucks a gallon, so 15 to fill the can. I, baked, forgot this and paid 20 instead of 15. No biggie, really, except for timing... which IS everything... lol)

I'm out there, freezing, hair blowing everywhere, getting the can outta my toolbox when I hear a guy say, "Excuse me..." and he asked if I knew where New Bethel Rd was.

As I'm saying, "Noooo... I'm actually from Claymont, DE...", I'm also feeling kinda open to this guy.
Not impatient and annoyed or anything like that.
I suggest he ask inside.
Couldn't hurt...

He's out in less than a minute.

"No luck?", I ask.

"No. That guy was an asshole..."

So, I asked about him using his phone to GPS where he's trying to go and he says his phone is dead.

Hmmm...

"Wanna use mine?", I hear me ask him.
(*raised eyebrow at myself about now, btw*)

He says, "No, no... I don't understand that shit..."

Ah, a challenge.
Okay, then...

Sidenote... this was a pretty big guy. Construction worker, I think he said. Very little hair and needed cheater glasses to see his printed out driving directions so I'm guessing he was around my age, just one of those who didn't become fully involved with computer/phone shit. It happens.
He's this big, rather sweet, clueless, lost, New Yawker Dallas fan and I ain't giving up.

So, I grab my phone, ask where he's trying to get to and realize pretty quickly that three of the roads he needs are about 3/4 of a mile away.
I know they're there, just not exactly where.

Briefly, at this point, he needed to make a simple right about 50 feet shy of a 4-way intersection that was 3/4 of a mile straight down the road there, I told/showed him, pointing.
Can't miss it.

You'd think...

So, off he goes and I finally get around to filling the kero can.
And, it keeps shutting off and spraying foam at around 17 bucks.
Da fuck?
Why's it keep doing that?
It's 3 bucks shy of.... oooohhhh. Shit.

Well, I *had* been wondering what they do if you can't fit all the kero you paid for in yer can.
Turns out they credit it back to the card you paid with.
Cool.

So, I go back out, get in m'truck and head home, coincidentally the same way I'd sent Lost New Yawk Dallas guy.

I'd explained to him where I thought the road was he wanted.
I included the instruction that if he got to the 4-way intersection, he'd gone too far.
The right he wanted was 50 feet before said intersection.
So, if he got to the 4-way, turn around, come back up the same road and look for a left pretty quickly...

I get to that intersection and make my own left.
I go about a half a mile and I see a familiar looking SUV crawling down the road.
I flash my high beams to see if it had New York plates...

NJ plates... the SUV moves over a bit, enough for me to slide past and I look over as I do and...

it's him.

lol...

I pull over in front of him and throw open my door.
Thank gawd he also stopped.
I walk briskly up to his door and am already saying, "It IS you, my lost Dallas fan!" as he's rolling down his window.
"Ya missed your turn, Sweetie..." I told him.

I began to explain how to get to his turn and he (pitifully) asked if he could possibly follow me to the road...

"Sure! No problem... I'll point out the window at the left it's gonna be this time that ya wanna make..."

"Okay!", he says, confidently.

I jump back in my truck, pull one of the worst K-turns in the history of driving and lead my boy back to the first road I sent him down from the gas station.
As we approach his turn, I point to it out my driver side window.

I glide past it and watch in my sideview as he does, too.
*facepalm*

Okay... we'll try this again then.

I pull over again and he follows suit.

I explain that he missed it again, giggling as I do because this is becoming absurd, the way things I'm involved in often do.
And, I really didn't want the poor guy to feel bad.
(He was already profusely apologizing and the way he said, "I missed it. I didn't see it, I was following you" is what lead me to what I was thinking on my way back to my truck this time...)

So, I tell him, I'll turn on my own blinker when we're getting close and I'll literally stop for a second right where he's to turn.

"Okay", he says confidently.

"Don't worry. I am gonna get ya there, I promise...", I tell him as I head back to my truck again.

"Or else I may take ya home with me, feed ya, put ya up for the night and we'll try this shit in daylight", I thought to myself...

I would've, too.
I know me.

So, I did exactly that.
Blinker on at the street sign indicating that the road he wants is coming up and stopping completely at the end of said road and pointing across the top of my seat at it and, yes, he made his turn.

Yay!

That was actually kinda fun so 10/10, would do it again.

:)

Peace

(PS- may be back later with another post, totally different subject, for documentation reasons, if no other... pft. To remind myself, it has to do with Trash... oops, Trish. Ew.)

is in Vancouver, Washington?

This.

Wish it could just be the picture, but I haven't been able to do that here for a while.
No biggie.

So now, I have Joe, an axe handle and a cattle shocker.

The way I figure it, some butt head is gonna come around with shitty intent.
They'll see Joe staring them down with his gun on his hip.
While they're dealing with that, I drop 'em with the axe handle upside their head then shock their balls off.

That, or people could simply not bother me in the first place.

'Ch'ever.

Joe got here yesterday.
I've had him standing since.

I've finally, today, stopped pausing for a second when I walk into the room he's in.

I've been walking in and being a bit startled to see him each time.
He looks that real and I am that baked.

Wanna know how baked I am?

I not only didn't see George in his side driveway when I went to his house earlier today, I also kept bitching about being friggin' freezing while we were outside loading shit in my truck, saying I shoulda worn my Dallas coat... which WAS ON THE TRUCK SEAT.

*I* put it there.

I also forgot it for a good hour.

Well, a friggin' FREEZING hour.

Anyway...

Soon, I've gotta go do 202.
(That's the funeral home on Rt 202...)
As long as I'm there by, like... 4am or so, it's all good.

Oh and Mr Kerns...
Thank you yet again for Ozzy and Bark.
Drove to Jersey and back, in snow, with Ozzy, and wasn't even nervous.
Gawd almighty damn, I do love "Spiders"...

"There's no way out
And there's no key
But here's a clue
The spider's really me"

"You think he's gone
You think he's dead
There's no escape
The spiders in your head"

Ya know... however long ago it was here that I first mentioned playing Bark, I'm still doing it.
Haven't switched the disc yet nor do I listen to the radio.
Too much horse shit and too many commercials.

So, it's been Ozzy non-stop for at least a month or so.

I'm starting to miss the soundtrack to "The 60's", but... not enough to switch yet.

Oh and I've got Deep Purple Perfect Strangers album on CD now, too... :)

"Can you remember... remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice.

All my life
I am the echo of your past"

Great song.
Still not relinquishing Ozzman.

lol...

Okay.
Done my cigarette.
Back to wiping down the stupid kitchen.

Peace y'all...

(Go from 99 to 100%, in other words...)

Two quick things that are buggin' my brain.

Wanna unload 'em here for now.
Maybe that'll be enough.
But, then again, maybe not as far as the Facebook thing...

Anyway...

Ever since I saw the "United Breaks Guitars" guy, it's been more and more easy to believe that the people you hang with, or pay attention to, are going to affect you one way or the other.

If I could hang with the Guitar Guy, life would be a lot cooler.
As would my attitude, way of thinking... pretty much everything eventually.

There are two things I got kinda glued to in the past.
Facebook and Mob Wives.

Mob Wives first...

I watched the two hour season premier the other night and... I'm over it.
I can't watch this stupid shit any more.

They finally rid themselves of two utter pieces of sub-human shit and then replace both of them with worse pieces of self-absorbed shit.

These two piss me off on sight, then they open their mouths.

I can't stand it.
They get my blood up.

So, instead, on Facebook, I "liked" Drita, Big Ang and Renee.
These three are the only original ones left.
They're also the only ones I feel like I could trust in my life.

Which brings me to Facebook.

I've got to figure out how to manage my feed better or something.

There's a basic flaw in FB... perfectly lovely people who would normally not say offensive shit to people end up saying shit that offends people because they don't seem to take into consideration who is gonna see it.

They say shit that probably would be funny and/or appropriate with the right people.
Like, keep your dead deer shit to yourself.
And, I won't discuss menopause with you.

I don't want to end my FB because of Julian Lennon and Easi Morales and people like that but I can't take the almost endless negativity.

So... I'ma avoid the show Mob Wives because it makes me angry and I have to figure out how to "edit" FB so it doesn't make or keep me negative and cynical and depressed,

All this after I go clean a funeral home here shortly.

Peace