The Life of Job
They had all of their
clothes in sealed plastic bags for fear of letting the bugs out. He even went out and bought some Halon, and sprayed it in
each bag. He hoped to suffocate the bugs, because Halon eats up oxygen. His
place looked like a dump, there were garbage bags everywhere. Everything had to
be washed, or put in the dryers. After three weeks of pesticide treatments, the
bugs were still comfy in their new home.
“Man, we’re living outa laundry bags dude,” He told me one day.
A week after they
were back down stairs, he developed a boil on his lower gum, and TMJ at the same time. He couldn’t eat steak, meat or
any kind of hard food, and was on a diet like a new born, eating only soft creamy
foods, or soup for three weeks.
“Da quack tol me not
to chew, man.”
On top of that, the
dude has three grown sons, none of whom were there to help him move his stuff. They were just not available to help
him move his stuff back forth. The one at home was sick, his asthma flared up,
a reaction to the fresh paint, and or whatever pesticides were used on the bugs.
This happened twice within three weeks, and he had to be taken to the emergency
room, where each time they spent the night, and a small fortune because the
kid has no insurance.
Since his service had
to be taken upstairs, and back again, the cable company screwed up his bill. They gave him three different account
numbers, one for each apartment. Go figure! He had his original account number; then
they gave him one for the upstairs apartment; and then another one for his old
place. They screwed up his automatic debit, and they stopped collecting the bill. He
got way behind on on his bill, the service was interrupted, and he missed his
Yankees’ games.
“Man, I ain’t seen a
game ina week, bwa.”
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