
The dang bums peed on my gate!
I will try to be politically correct here.
The back of our office is gated off so that the gentlemen that reside in our city with no specific address can get in. It is wrought iron, painted green, pretty nice if you ask me. Well one of the rungs was broken off and had been for some time. The gentlemen that reside in our city with no specific address would squeeze though this opening and do whatever it is they do back there. We decided that it was finally time to repair the gate and had a mobile welder (thank you Hawaiian Rocky, you did a great job) come out to fix it. Wouldn’t you know that the next day I noticed that someone had peed on the portion of the gate that was repaired? They did it from the inside so they had to hop over to do it! Of course I am assuming that the gentlemen that reside in our city with no specific address did it. I didn’t do it! All of the other shop keepers have inside toidy’s so I don’t think they would do it.
I am actually very fond of the gentlemen that reside in our city with no specific address. I used to work at a local coffee shop where these gentlemen would come in occasionally. I know many of them by their first names. I don’t feel sorry for them. They are interesting men in their own way. They are mostly harmless and a great way to get some local gossip. Mostly about other bums and cops but still.
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