Working as security guard tomorrow

[TheTman]

I am not pulling a gun on anyone unless someone tries and break into the house. Maybe if someone comes in and tries to make off with some stuff or something. In that case I will have 911 on the phone and be afraid for my life and will give them the option of leaving or being carried away. I doubt if something like that happened it would be anyone any of us knows, just a random thief that read the obits, or some goon the kids sent out. Well I'm off to do my duty, hope for the best but be prepared for the worst is my take on this.

[TheTman]

I wanted to say thanks again for all the comments and suggestions, and I'm sorry if I dredged up old memories that should have remained forgotton.
You are a great bunch of people.
I'm off tonite to crash on the couch and help keep watch on things, and to make sure I'm there in the mornig, it's a bit of a drive out that way.

[Tinman507]

How do you feel about vultures Tinman? Curious folks want to know ya know?

Hate vultures as much as you, but the way our society is now, the wrong guy would be sitting in the slam trying to defend himself.

[mr surveyor]

I don't know personally, but I've heard that if you fix 'em up right, vultures taste a lot like spotted owls

[jdlott74]

I guess Kansas laws are a bit more restrictive than Texas.

It seems like you have a plan, though. Your presence will be enough, hopefully.

Good luck.

Wynn

AMEN! Gotta love living in TX.

[mr surveyor]

where's the follow up story?

[getsome]

Not to hijack this thread but I'll tell y'all a true story about how not being a vulture can have great rewards...A little long but a good story and lesson...

I lived in Charlotte N.C. many years ago and our neighbor had a white 1957 T-Bird that was like a brand new one...One day I saw him washing it and went over to talk and got around to asking him where he got the car and how much he had to pay to get such a cherry automobile...

He said it was really strange how it came about...He was doing some remodeling work for an older lady and saw a picture of the car from years earlier with she and her husband sitting in it and asked the lady if that was her in the photograph...

She lit up and said yes it was and since she was lonely and liked to talk she told him the whole story...It seemed the husband had died 10 years earlier and the car had been his pride and joy up until his death...When my neighbor asked about what happened to the car she said it had been out back in an old garage where her husband parked it the last time he drove it before suffering a heart attack that he didn't survive...

He asked her if he could look at it and the old lady said sure, go ahead so he went out there and found it covered by an old canvas and when uncovered he found a correct numbers matching T-Bird but in somewhat sad shape with 4 flat tires and cracked leather and dash but otherwise in great condition so he covered it back up and started thinking this might be the proverbial barn find of a lifetime...

He went back inside and asked the lady if she might be interested in selling the car and she said that she would but didn't know what to ask for the car but said a man had recently offered her $1000.00 for it and she would be willing to let it go for that if my neighbor wanted it...

He told her he couldn't do that because the car was worth much much more than $1000.00 but when he came back next to finish up the work he had started he would find out what the real fair market value of the car would be and then they might work something out...

Well he said he found out even in the middle 1980's the car was worth $20.000.00 + and he knew he could never afford that much money but he wanted to tell the woman how much the car was worth and not to let some slime ball rip her off with a low ball offer like $1000.00

When he went back to finish up his job he told her how much the car was worth but she didn't act surprised at all...She asked him if he had the car what would he do with it...He said to her he would make it look like the day it rolled off the assembly line and it would be his baby....

She asked him if he had $1000.00 and he said yes but he couldn't live with himself if he ripped off an old lady and wouldn't think of taking advantage of her like that...He told her again how much it was worth and that he couldn't afford that much but to sell it to someone who could...

She then told him, son tomorrow bring me $1000.00 cash and the car will be yours and here is why...Before her husband died he had told her the car was very valuable and not to sell it to anyone that would make a hot rod out of it or rip her off just sell it to the highest bidder for a quick profit but to wait for the right person to come along that would love and treat the car the same as he had done...She told Bill (my neighbor) that since he had been honest with her about the cars real value and would fix the car up like her husband would have wanted that he would be the new owner...

And so it came to be....Bill loved that $1000.00 car and washed and waxed it all the time...He showed me a shoe box with every maintenance record all performed by the Ford dealership and even the original window sticker when purchased new for, get this if I remember correct it was like $3250.00 or so which was a lot of money in 1957 but now that car is worth at least $100.000.00 even in todays down market...

Moral of this true story is it always pays to be honest and never try to rip off old ladies!!!...

[Bawanna]

Amen. Some excellent words of wisdom right there.

I hate vultures.

[Tinman507]

vul·ture

   [vuhl-cher] Show IPA
noun 1. any of several large, primarily carrion-eating Old World birds of prey of the family Accipitridae, often having a naked head and less powerful feet than those of the related hawks and eagles.

2. any of several superficially similar New World birds of the family Cathartidae, as the turkey vulture.
3. a person or thing that preys, especially greedily or unscrupulously: That vulture would sell out his best friend.

[Bawanna]

I knew it, I just knew it. Never read it officially, my dictionary went down in the same boating accident with all my toys but I still just knew it.

I should become a vulture exterminator, I hate em.

[Bawanna]

Not really a thread jack but maybe but since getsome did it I will too.

About an hour ago the front desk girl came to me, said she had a elderly gentleman at the counter that had ammo he wanted disposed of. Apparently the property person had already told her we would not accept it. I usually do anyhow but once she said that then that's the call.

Anyhow there's a local shop that will take the stuff but she just couldn't communicate to the man how to get there even though it's not difficult to find.
Long story short I told her I would deal with it and take it over to the shop.
So I go out with him moving very slow, he looked about 108, apologizing for all the trouble all the way. There is the most neglected Ford Taurus I've ever seen, looks like it's been parked under a tree for 10 years. Moss and mildew growing over the whole thing.

I'm expecting the usual box of nasty icky worthless crap ammo to deal with.

He pops the trunk and there are 5 GI ammo cans that look brand new. I ask if he'd like to keep the cans since I didn't know what was in them yet.

He said no, he bought stuff on sale over the years but was too old to shoot anymore. I told him that I would take it to the local shop.

I popped a lid after noticing the substantial weight and it was full of plastic reloader type boxes but with factory ammo, 41, 45, 32, 308, shotgun stuff, 357, not a lot of any one kind, lots of brass mostly 41. I'm not sure what all, didn't have time to inventory. I explained that it was probably worth some money if for nothing other than the nice ammo cans.

He wasnt concerned and allowed that if there was anything I could use personally to help myself. Needless to say there are 5 very full ammo cans in the back of the van. Ironically I couldn't offer him any money as that would be a conflict. I made sure he wasn't giving it to me just because I work at the PD and he understood.

A good score to make up for the last 50 bad ones for sure.

Be nice, be honest and once in awhile you get rewarded.

[Tilos]

I had some dealings with a company called Venture, with a person there who was a Richard Cranium, and I made it a point to refer to that company as "Vulture" and that guy would go bullistic

Tilos

[Tinman507]

I am a firm believer in Karma, What goes around comes around or whatever you wish to call it. do good for others and it will come back to you 10 fold. Do poorly for others and it comes back 10 fold.

Nicely done Boss. You did your Good Turn for the Day (among many others no one ever hears about).

[getsome]

...Good for you...Karma is a very real thing...

[Planedude]

Reading all this has me gritting my teeth again. My wife's step father was a real nice guy. He had cancer and there came a time when it just fact that he was'nt going to make it. My mother in law was his second wife and he was her fifth husband, it took her a while but she finally found a good one. My wife growing up had been deserted by every man in her life and she was banged up emotionally for it. Joe came into the picture and always treated her like she was his very own and bragged about how good she was to the childeren from his first wife. Those kids had issues and his oldest son Ray was the biggest problem. Though his father and mother had been divorced 13yrs before he met and married my mother in law Ray just hated on his father's new family. Forward we go in time 20+ years.
As Joe readied himself to meet his God he thought Ray should help him out. Knowing that my mother in law was not good with money and that Ray owed his own bussines and was good with it he asked his son to help out when he passed. He put Ray on the accounts so he could use his paltry savings to pay the bills and square his exit right with the world for his wife. If I had known that I could have figured what would happen.
As it happened Joes final hours played out at his home, on my wife's 40th birthday. Late in the afternoon about 4:15 Ray came by the little house. The Hospice nurse explained to Ray, as I watched, that his father had no more than an hour left and that he should go in and say his goodbys, as his father had asked for him earlier. "No" he said "My Dad knows how I feel... I got to get out of here". I thought that was weird but some people can't handel death worth a flip and I thought no more about it. We had more important things going on than Ray. As my wife held and stroked Joe's hand she cooed to the man who steped up in his life to be her only real father, "its all right Daddy Heaven awaits you" and she held that hand till he drew his last breath at 5:10 that afternoon.
By that time Ray had cleaned out the accounts, to the penny! Grrrrrrrrrr. Even the bills that Joe had mailed with the last of his strength and his final mesure of pride bounced. When directed to Ray's door step for collections he told the bill collector that the bills were the wife's, but the money was his...
Dang Vultures indeed.
All these years later it still makes me sick to think about it. My only bright spot is the on going belife that Karma that good has to come for him.
I may never know about it in this life but I do belive in it.
Lest you think this made me sad to sit here and tap this out, it's good to think of Joe today. WWII vet, baker extrodenare freind to all and as fine a servant of his Lord as I could ever hope to be. No it's good to remember a good man and I'm fine today.
Thanks for the soapbox, I'll shut up now.
Have a good one.