I had to go up to the new place today. Drove all of the way with just a few lite sprinkles and fairly reasonable traffic.
I'm pulling down my street and remember I got a pretty good stack of money in my pocket and don't want the painter/drywall guy to see it all. So I pull over and reach in my right pocket and pull out my wad. Something fell out with it.
Bleep! That's the key to my new place. Oh well, I'll get it in a minute after I sort out my money and pull into my driveway.
Good. No one is here yet. I don't want to look stupid.
So I reach under the seat and can't feel any thing. Gotta look. Can't see anything. No flashlight on hand because I'm stupid so I grab the cell. There it is. In the track and not about to be easy to fish out.
Now I'm starting to look stupid and thinking the new neighbors are probably enjoying the show. I look around and see no one.
I think I better call the painter and see where he's at because he's got a key. No answer. He knows I'm coming with money, Don't he want to get paid?
I look around for some twigs to make a probe and a hook and get pretty lucky the first try. Not felling so stupid now.
Went in and looked over his work and it looked really nice. It's an older house and no way was I gonna deal with a popcorn ceiling so he scraped it of and did a nice knock down on it. I'm pretty happy with his work and his price was way less than I expected.
Now you know why I didn't want him to see my money. Negotiation time.
You have to know that he was recommended by my friend and also knows other people that I know. My reputation precedes me. He asked me if I had a bike and I told him those days were over for me but he might like my coupe and showed him some pics. We get along great.
He's gonna paint and repair the whole interior this week and threw in the garage. Cool.
I finally get a hold of my friend and meet him at his new place and get to see his son who I haven't seen in years. Good visit.
Time to come home.
As soon as I go to leave and look south I see a bad T-Storm and have no choice but to drive through it. White Knuckle driving for the next forty miles and pretty nasty the rest of the way.
I forgot to mention that my dog was sick last night and kept me up most of the night. You guessed it, I came home to poo from one end of the house to the other. Yuk.