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dragonlady7Someone on the Buffalo New York Area Scooterists' Yahoo! group just got Dooced.
He works for a VW dealership. In an online VW BBS he said that maybe the other area VW dealership might give you a better deal on a new car, but everybody comes to his dealership for service because their service department is superior.
Then he thought about it, and took the posting down, because while yes he was talking up his department, he thought maybe it wasn't a good idea to let it stand that the competition had lower prices maybe sometimes.
The owner fired him for it.
He's worked there twelve years.
Dag, yo.
So, he's just closed on his new house and is moving Saturday. He says ah well: time to ride the unemployment-benefits train until the house is settled in. Look on the bright side, I guess. Maybe he'll have time to get his four scooters on the road.
Also: What is this? Our entire neighborhood is doing yardwork right this moment.
And also, the crazy old bitch next door just ripped down the morning glory vines growing up the back of the herb garden fence, and threw them into my driveway. I was so astonished when I stepped out the door (I had been in the kitchen the whole time, which looks out onto the driveway, but I wasn't looking out the window: however, the door was open, and so had she said a single word, I would have heard her) that I turned around and went right back inside without saying a word. When Z came home he went over with the tangle of dead vines and asked her to please say something to us before tearing out our flowers. She babbled at him about how awful our house and yard is and how we can't grow flowers on her fence, etc., and Z calmly said, that doesn't give you the right to do our gardening for us without saying anything. I'm so mad I can't see straight, but mostly I'm just going to keep my mouth shut. And drop bindweed seeds all through her raspberry patch. Crusty old bitch. Always comes over here with a smile and says horrible things: next time I see her I'm going to inform her that since she thinks I'm a horrible person and an incompetent gardener then she should just stop talking to me, as I have a hearing disorder that makes it very difficult for me to understand the things rude people say.
The thing that gets me is that they've been there all summer and she's spoken to me several times and has never breathed a syllable about them. Also, she's a nosy old coot: I know she knew I was home, and she has not hesitated to come and knock on my door in the past. She's just a rude fuck, and it's not really worth my troubling myself over any more. Except that all my pink-and-white morning glories are dead now, ripped up by the roots and flung into my driveway.
Rather a disincentive to pull up the weeds in the driveway: I rather think I won't bother. Also, I'm starting a compost heap behind the garage up against her fence. Don't worry: it'll stay on my side.
He works for a VW dealership. In an online VW BBS he said that maybe the other area VW dealership might give you a better deal on a new car, but everybody comes to his dealership for service because their service department is superior.
Then he thought about it, and took the posting down, because while yes he was talking up his department, he thought maybe it wasn't a good idea to let it stand that the competition had lower prices maybe sometimes.
The owner fired him for it.
He's worked there twelve years.
Dag, yo.
So, he's just closed on his new house and is moving Saturday. He says ah well: time to ride the unemployment-benefits train until the house is settled in. Look on the bright side, I guess. Maybe he'll have time to get his four scooters on the road.
Also: What is this? Our entire neighborhood is doing yardwork right this moment.
And also, the crazy old bitch next door just ripped down the morning glory vines growing up the back of the herb garden fence, and threw them into my driveway. I was so astonished when I stepped out the door (I had been in the kitchen the whole time, which looks out onto the driveway, but I wasn't looking out the window: however, the door was open, and so had she said a single word, I would have heard her) that I turned around and went right back inside without saying a word. When Z came home he went over with the tangle of dead vines and asked her to please say something to us before tearing out our flowers. She babbled at him about how awful our house and yard is and how we can't grow flowers on her fence, etc., and Z calmly said, that doesn't give you the right to do our gardening for us without saying anything. I'm so mad I can't see straight, but mostly I'm just going to keep my mouth shut. And drop bindweed seeds all through her raspberry patch. Crusty old bitch. Always comes over here with a smile and says horrible things: next time I see her I'm going to inform her that since she thinks I'm a horrible person and an incompetent gardener then she should just stop talking to me, as I have a hearing disorder that makes it very difficult for me to understand the things rude people say.
The thing that gets me is that they've been there all summer and she's spoken to me several times and has never breathed a syllable about them. Also, she's a nosy old coot: I know she knew I was home, and she has not hesitated to come and knock on my door in the past. She's just a rude fuck, and it's not really worth my troubling myself over any more. Except that all my pink-and-white morning glories are dead now, ripped up by the roots and flung into my driveway.
Rather a disincentive to pull up the weeds in the driveway: I rather think I won't bother. Also, I'm starting a compost heap behind the garage up against her fence. Don't worry: it'll stay on my side.
