Thursday, November 11, 2010

It's all in how you look at it...

 One of the ranch houses we lived in had a sewage problem a-rise.  Himself was friends with one of the local boys who had a honeypot truck.  There were stories that he had cut a hole in his dinning room floor so that the table scraps could be fed to the hogs that lived under his house.  His life was pretty much the shits, what with running sheep and hogs and driving a honeypot truck for a living.
Anyway, here he comes with his truck to pump out the septic tank.  After getting the front yard dug up, and the tank pumped, he jumps down in the tank.  The happiest look comes over his face, and he tells me that we really need a new tank, as the old one is falling apart.  Falling apart?  Yep, the old one is made of redwood, oh, and can he have the ol boards. "Uh, yeah, you can have the ol redwood boards."  He carefully dismantles the tank, and lovingly places the boards on the side of his truck.  I can't stand it anymore, and ask what he is going to do with the boards.  "Well, I'm thinking of making a bar out of them for my family room.  You just don't find redwood like this anymore."  No, I guess you don't.  
A while later the guys mentioned that he had built a redwood bar in his family room.  I never said anything to the guys, his life is his own.  

10 comments:

  1. The Redwood Bar, It sure was well seasoned!!

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  2. One man's treasure, ha, ha, what a great story.

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  3. Holy moly, someone like that makes you realize what you have is pretty darn good:)) I believe in recycling but that is a bit much.

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  4. At that bar one can't get anything but shiddy service!

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  5. Wait a minute, he took wood out of your septic tank and built a bar in his house from it ?

    And none of his family asked questions, no-one wondered why the hogs smelled a bit stronger since the new bar went in ?

    I'm glad we have sewers in the city and I never have to give a second thought to where my poo is going. let alone lean on a bar somewhere and think, "that smells familiar, not in a nice way though"

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  6. What interesting people live near you!!

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  7. Amazing. So how did he fumigate the timber and get rid of the residual pong? Or had all his visitors lost their sense of smell?

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  8. Brighid, a bismarck or bismark is a cholesterol clogger in the form of a doughnut. It may be frosted, glazed or sprinkled with sugar and inside is a flavored pudding. It is the messiest fun you will ever have.

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  9. There are no words. There are no words. My mouth is hanging open and I'm holding my nose.

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