its just ironic...thats all

This morning I had a meeting with a guy at 9:30. I get there right on time, and the guy a large man of about 250-300 lbs greets me. He owns a grading, and demolition business. In my business I have met a lot of (mostly men) who are in the grading business, and for the most part they are all large men, in their mid 50's with a gigantic office, with stuffed animals on the walls...no not stuffed teddy bears, but 9 point deer heads, or large blue marlins. These men are usually very nice, and they usually (for some reason) really like me. I guess I appeal to large middle aged country men. Anyways...the guy I met with today was really nice, even took me on a ride in his brand new F250...which, let me tell you was the highlight of my morning. But the funniest thing about this guy, as gruff and manly as he was...deer heads, gun racks and all...when I walked in and back to his office, he asked me if I liked dogs. I of course love dogs, and have no problem with them. He said that he kept his dog "Tootsie" in his office, because he wasn't sure how some people react. I told him it was no problem. I just knew that beyond that door was going to be a old 100 lb black lab, or maybe golden retriever, but as he opened the door a tiny little chiahaha ran out. Seriously the thing was probably only a 1lb. I don't know what was funnier...the fact that he thought I might be afraid of this tiny dog, or the fact that this large lumberjack of a man was toting around a dog, just like Paris Hiltons.

are you really this stupid, or is there a hidden camera?

here is the deal...

If you sign your name to a contract you should ALWAYS read the fine print. Otherwise you will end up like Bill* at Smith and Company Used Cars** who assumed that if he signed the 12 month billboard contract, he could just call (one month later) and tell me "he changed his mind", and "doesn't want it anymore". I wonder if he really thought that I would be like...."sure Bill*, no problem, i will just rip up this contract, and we can pretend we never met, thanks for calling!" Because that ain't how things work. I think tommorow Im going to go to his car lot, test drive a ford focus or something, and get all the paperwork filled out, then just as im stepping out the door with my new car keys in hand im gonna yell "SYKE!" Then im going to go up to him and shake him.

*Bill is not his real name.
**And he doesn't work for Smith and Co.