Waking up on a Friday, to be bitched at, by some femininetile, motel clerk, on a power trip, is enuff for me to come out shooting. Dang it, lady, can I put on my pants first? Seems or should I say Seams.
This gal needs to learn a lot of diplomacy. Okay its afternoon, the rollout of funds to various branches of the Hazzard Syndicate, happens in stages. First designation of a payment, followed by approval of officers both here and deployed. Which can take a lot of time, especially where our still serving Marine Aviators are stationed. Without pinpointing, our guys are halfway around the Earth. It takes a few centons, for the fund request to reach, via email, what the payment is for, to whom, and for what. This is followed by Our officers, to hand carry, the cashier's check, to the wire service, then deposited into an account that only two, have access to, then get paid. It sounds complicated but it's not, but it is time consuming, none the less. So there twazz snoring up a lumbermill when boom boom. First maintenance, okay; need to fix hot water supply. Nope, don't need that, right now. am sleeping. Again, an hour later, boom-boom-boom, knock at the door. They say past payment deadline. Shute lady, I just paid you all but 70 frigging cents of $553.00. So, I sezz, hey let me get dressed. Did she really need to see, Harley that bad? Dang, let me put my pants on. Nope she needs to hold open the dorky door. Normally, depending on gender under those circumstances, a guy remains ROS. Or a lady, if it's a lady they are giving the boot of. Want me to leave? Fine, give me the balance, between Wednesdays payment, and my deposit. This much fuss over $85.00? Really? Twin Falls Idaho is not, repeat NOT, Military Friendly. Dang WOKE Crap.




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