F!

Yesterday, I woke up @ 4 am. I couldn't fall back to sleep.  Got up and surfed for awhile.  Went in to work @ 7 am.  I had a good outlook on how the day was going to be.  I even think I talked myself up to go to SLC.  But alas, it was never meant to be.  Just round lunch, I was smacked with a big surprise.  I bet you can't guess what it was...

SURPRISE!!!

The landlord @ work was mowing this area...

What he was mowing with...  a swather.  He flipped a rock.  You can't tell me you hear or notice this.  (Sorry if this offends...) He was a douche bag about the whole thing.  (One other word is coming to mind about him.  It rhymes with trucker.)  I had to hold my tongue many times when I was on the phone with him.  Asked if I had window coverage on my insurance.  (Who asks that.  Let alone first thing out of his mouth.)  I never saw him & never confessed till he saw it in person.  Still, never apologized.  What about my plans?  He didn't care.  He was more worried about where I was parked.    I have the rocks (another one it the plastic molding) & told our accountant we'll mail 'em with the rent.