13bullets
Chris
- Joined
- Dec 14, 2008
- Location
- Lincolnton
So some guy came to the door just now, we're trying to get out boys down for the night. First off he hands me a bottle of Febreeze, which I didn't willingly accept. Then explains it's a gift in return for my letting him show off some cleaning supplies.
Knowing damn well the answer, I asked him what time it was. After getting out his phone, "Um, 8:40."
"Get on out of here bud, don't come back," as I was closing the door.
Guy had the nerve to ask for the Febreeze bottle back while extending his hand. "Nope."
I watched him until he drove away, pistol in my back pocket the entire time. I live in the sticks, no sensible person would drive around out here in the dark cold calling people trying to sell some fucking cleaning supplies.
WTH are people thinking? It's nearly 9 o'clock at night, not 5 or 6. All you can show me at that time is the back of your head as you're leaving, and preferably not even that.
But hey. Free Febreeze. Yay.
Knowing damn well the answer, I asked him what time it was. After getting out his phone, "Um, 8:40."
"Get on out of here bud, don't come back," as I was closing the door.
Guy had the nerve to ask for the Febreeze bottle back while extending his hand. "Nope."
I watched him until he drove away, pistol in my back pocket the entire time. I live in the sticks, no sensible person would drive around out here in the dark cold calling people trying to sell some fucking cleaning supplies.
WTH are people thinking? It's nearly 9 o'clock at night, not 5 or 6. All you can show me at that time is the back of your head as you're leaving, and preferably not even that.
But hey. Free Febreeze. Yay.