A 52-year-old geezer should be able to figure out how to unload a vehicle, without going into a panic in the process. Should. That's the operative word. Reality smacks back with earthy laughter, sharp comments, and stinging criticisms.
I bought a truck without checking it out. I believed the guy I bought it from, a guy who lives just a few streets away, who said it was in great shape. He was selling it for his son-in-law, so he didn't have a reason why it didn't have a Texas inspection sticker or license plates..."I guess he just didn't want to go to the trouble; he lives in a small town in Louisiana and there's no market there, that's why he asked me to sell it for him."
If life is, in any respect, fair, I will actually witness the bastard's demise as someone breaks an axe handle over his head. But I am the one who was realy, truly, remarkably stupid.
Back to the issue...I have been unable to even give the truck away. Junk yards don't want it...won't take it. The garage to which I had it shipped via tow truck wants it gone. They won't take it, either.
If I'm lucky, the organization I spoke to today will, in fact, tow it away from the garage where the dead truck sits today, and give me a receipt indicating I gave the ttuck to a nonprofit association. If they don't pick it up, god knows what I will do. Pay the garage for looking it over and having it towed...and then have it towed to my home.
Today, there were ballots cast in Texas. Later on, we'll probably get proof that Texas is an ultra-conservative state. One of the items on the ballot is a constitutional ban on gay marriage...or anything resembling gay marriage. I am certain it will easily pass; Texans seem to believe the state has every right to dictate what is the 'right' relationship between two people and what is the 'wrong' relationship. My opinion is that it's none of the state's business. Were it in my power, I would revoke the state's right of control over relationships. I'm not in control.
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