Got up this morning to go capture one rouge pot belly pig that was aggravating my sisters dogs. The owners just up and left the pig behind,along with some very small chickens I hate chicken ,when they moved out about a month and a half ago. My brother in law contacted the owner and was told to shoot it,I of course wouldn't have that so I volunteered to catch it I like pork sausage.
Here's the pig, my girl named it pumba
Da pig
Al went well till I left with the pig.
Pulled to the end of my sisters road to the stop sign. I had to stop cause there was a green 1500 dodge coming,so as we were waiting for the truck to pass my daughter and I struck up a conversation about what she wanted to name it. Just as she was telling me the truck jared rear ward and I looked forward to see a green dodge mating with the front of my chevy
Dude said he couldn't see my,I told him it was because he's head was up his a$$
This is what I'm left with:
Damn!
Doh!
Could have been worse.
After I took several deep breaths to keep my head from exploding from the fit of rage I was having,I asked the dude who he was and what he wanted to do about this. Guy said his name and told me he wanted to pay for the damages out of his pocket. I then asked where he worked,turned out to be the new manager at our local autozone . So I then knew where to find this guy and torment him if he didn't man up and fix this,we exchanged all the proper info and we headed our own ways.
I called him about 11:30 and gave him a completed parts list to fix my front end and by 4 this afternoon I had all my pieces plus 400$ to boot.
I've never had that kinda deal work out for me before. Maybe there's still decent folks around after all