Stefonius wrote:
down home wrote:
We seldom have to use a dump station. Last time was at the factory, in middle,of afternoon. One other guy there. A jerk came there and expected us to get out, of his way so he could dump.
(snip) We ignored him long enough to get the black tank drained but not flushed. He sat on his horn.
He's lucky you're a nice guy. I will move Heaven and Earth to get out of the way when someone is waiting patiently for their turn. For the guy you describe... I'd have stayed there until his horn melted, his rig ran out of gas, he died of old age, until the sun burned out and Jesus returned.
If you're nice to me, I'm doubly nice in return. If you're a big jerk, I can pay that back in spades as well.
The natural tendency is to sett them in their place. I try to ignore these kind of people. I don't associate with them. they don't need to be a blip on the scope. I should have ignored him and flushed the black and gray tanks. I've been getting rather loose lately though. A guy caused wife to slam on brakes twice yesterday. She hit the horn. He flipped us off. As traffic changed we went by and he showed his iq again. I gave him a lecture on hell fire, shaking my finger. It was childish. trying to get back to the