Jack of Harts

I was hardly as cool in the store as I wrote yesterday for dramatic effect. For one, there were no shades involved. For two, I actually really didn’t know the evictee even worked at the store. I’ve bought things there for years, and it was bought out a few months ago. I have been there since selling the house, so I just saw new employees when I arrived and shrugged. Did my standard “I’m in town after evicting the guy who stopped paying his mortgage last January and am now here to clean up his trash” line that I normally do when people ask what I’m doing in town. I got told an hour or so later that he works at the same store, and started putting things together. Then I smiled, because that was a good burn.

But wait. There’s more burns were that came from.

Because today… today my neighbors caught a couple guys that did not belong in the neighborhood parked in front of my house and my garage. The guys were MEASURING the garage in broad daylight. And they were not anybody I’ve talked to about selling the property. The police got involved, after the two guys jumped in their truck and ran away from the neighbors, and talked to the recent evictee. He said he has no clue who they were. Of course he would. So I’m stuck here wondering if someone is actually measuring my garage to see what size trailer they need to haul it off. And I’m thinking that’s the most Redneck thought I’ve had all week…