IT'S NOT THE SIZE OF THE DOG IN THE FIGHT - IT'S THE SIZE OF THE FIGHT IN THE DOG!
SATURDAY! Normally we roll off the sofa-sleeper around 3pm after a long Friday night drinking Budweiser (proud sponsor of this very website - STILL!), but not today. Around 10 or 11am (essentially the middle of the night for us) we heard all sorts of shouting and yelling outside our trailer. Now usually that's just process servers getting chased away by our pit bull or TawnnyDee's kids in the space next door beating each other with a steering wheel lock - but today it was our trailer park manager and the owner going at it!
Okay, the quick history is that our trailer park manager, Lowell, used to own the park but he lost it about three months ago under some Federal Asset Seizure law when his felony appeal was denied (he shoulda used a lawyer instead of writing it himself from the World Book Encyclopedia - just sayin'). Anyway, the park was sold at auction and some Canadian guy (with a Vegas showgirl wife half his age!) bought it and kept Lowell on as manager. Things haven't changed much but apparently behind the scenes they have differences of opinion on management style.
Last week for example, we noticed that the toilet paper in community room (we use that bathroom when we can so that we don't fill up our trailer's holding tank) seemed to be fewer plys and almost dissolve in our hands. Apparently the new owner had switched brands to save a few bucks (remember - he's Canadian!). Well, he and Lowell got into a rather loud shouting match in the craft room that deteriorated rapidly into a shoving match. Let's just say that Lowell's military training (that he can remember in his beer clouded brain) paid off and he dropped the owner with one punch. He was gonna fire Lowell but reconsidered when he realized that then he'd have to be the one picking up empty beer cans in the barbecue area and collecting and rolling the weekly cash from the washer/dryer coinboxes. Folks, Saturday night is rapidly approaching and we're taking the whole crowd out to Hometown Buffet to negotiate a truce - we don't really care about them, we just don't wanna be waking up so early because of all the yelling...
What's with the toilet paper falling apart? OH! Now we get it - cheap Canadian bastard!
Lowell didn't think twice about throwing a punch! The trailer park owner declined to press charges!
Okay, the quick history is that our trailer park manager, Lowell, used to own the park but he lost it about three months ago under some Federal Asset Seizure law when his felony appeal was denied (he shoulda used a lawyer instead of writing it himself from the World Book Encyclopedia - just sayin'). Anyway, the park was sold at auction and some Canadian guy (with a Vegas showgirl wife half his age!) bought it and kept Lowell on as manager. Things haven't changed much but apparently behind the scenes they have differences of opinion on management style.
Last week for example, we noticed that the toilet paper in community room (we use that bathroom when we can so that we don't fill up our trailer's holding tank) seemed to be fewer plys and almost dissolve in our hands. Apparently the new owner had switched brands to save a few bucks (remember - he's Canadian!). Well, he and Lowell got into a rather loud shouting match in the craft room that deteriorated rapidly into a shoving match. Let's just say that Lowell's military training (that he can remember in his beer clouded brain) paid off and he dropped the owner with one punch. He was gonna fire Lowell but reconsidered when he realized that then he'd have to be the one picking up empty beer cans in the barbecue area and collecting and rolling the weekly cash from the washer/dryer coinboxes. Folks, Saturday night is rapidly approaching and we're taking the whole crowd out to Hometown Buffet to negotiate a truce - we don't really care about them, we just don't wanna be waking up so early because of all the yelling...
What's with the toilet paper falling apart? OH! Now we get it - cheap Canadian bastard!
Lowell didn't think twice about throwing a punch! The trailer park owner declined to press charges!
Why ya silly bastards ya! You should all be sent in for a 72 hour mental evaluation. You just do not quit. Now you're getting your other nutty friends involved in your games, but ya know what, we cannot help but love you two - for better or for worse.
guy and cary.
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