Loading ...I think I’ve been dissed by our gutter man.
We employ the town drunk to clean out our gutters. He does a really good job, and we like to help the local economy in any way we can. The whole town employs him really. I think part of it may be a desire to help someone so down on his luck and part of it may be a desire to see if he can actually stay on the ladder.
He just came to the door. I answered and he said, “Is the other one home?”
That took me aback a bit, but “the other one” was home so I said, “Yes.”
To which he replied “Well, can I talk to him?”
I went to get Mojo and the two of them discussed the intricacies of the gutter cleaning transaction.
Mojo laughed when he closed the door and said, “I guess he wanted to talk to the man of the house.”
I don’t know if I should be insulted or flattered.
Buy me a beer!
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Thats hysterical.
But don’t you worry your pretty head about it, Richard.
I know, right? Hilarious! I also was somewhat offended momentarily but it was too funny to care.
If I were you, I’d be ever so slightly offended that you are taken to be the one who knows about gutters.
“Lemme speak to that other one. He looks like he knows his way around a gutter.”
Yes, it’s true. For some reason, if it’s something dirty or common, folks seem to think I must know about it. And if the speaker of said vulgarities is as crazy as a loon, all the more likely they’ll imprint on me as their new buddy. Why the hell do attract crazy people like nobody’s business? Why do said crazy people think I know or care about dreadful things? And WHY do I end up continuing to talk with crazy people about said dull topics?!
This does not bode well…
My roofer just did my gutter for free, just for the fun of throwing goo at me..
I think i missed the finer idiosyncrasy of gutter language.
We shook hands in good spirit afterward. I washed mine later.
Well, at least it was free. Avoid shaking hands, though. Blech!
Oh it’s all too funny. I don’t even know where to begin with comments.