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Last weekend the Mr. and I were on our way to a family BBQ. His brother was back from vacation and we hadn’t seen him in over a year. So I really wanted to go see everyone and catch up. They always have great food, great music, and lots of kiddos.
We had to meet another brother along the way, as we do not know our way around South East Austin. Not that there is anything wrong with it. Tons of folks call it home.
So we met his brother at a bar, giggle, go figure, and head SE. We were nearing the airport and we past the airport. We veered off to the right and the sign said Montopolis in ginormous letters. Now, as a side note, I have been with the Mr. for 12+ years and he has told me stories about this street. Let’s just say I made a quick call to my beneficiary and attorney.
Right away we entered into what could only be explained as the hood. I mean a neighborhood. It was a dead giveaway when 5 guys over 18, covered in gold plated jewelry and Air Jordan clothes, atop the hoods of their pops pimped out green or purple 1980 Chevelles with spinners and their ho’s were starring at us like minivans were not allowed on their street.
(I was just looking for shiny weaponry)
Last weekend the Mr. and I were on our way to a family BBQ. His brother was back from vacation and we hadn’t seen him in over a year. So I really wanted to go see everyone and catch up. They always have great food, great music, and lots of kiddos.
We had to meet another brother along the way, as we do not know our way around South East Austin. Not that there is anything wrong with it. Tons of folks call it home.
So we met his brother at a bar, giggle, go figure, and head SE. We were nearing the airport and we past the airport. We veered off to the right and the sign said Montopolis in ginormous letters. Now, as a side note, I have been with the Mr. for 12+ years and he has told me stories about this street. Let’s just say I made a quick call to my beneficiary and attorney.
Right away we entered into what could only be explained as the hood. I mean a neighborhood. It was a dead giveaway when 5 guys over 18, covered in gold plated jewelry and Air Jordan clothes, atop the hoods of their pops pimped out green or purple 1980 Chevelles with spinners and their ho’s were starring at us like minivans were not allowed on their street.
(I was just looking for shiny weaponry)
Still following the brother, he makes a knee jerk turn(remember we picked him up at a bar) into a Stop and Rob. I told the Mr. “STOP RIGHT HERE, THIS IS CLOSE ENOUGH”. We parked a bit away and watched.
What followed was quite comical.
There was an orange extension cord that ran from the Stop and Rob all the way past us to the vacant lot next door. I commented that it didn’t seem very safe and who was stealing electricity (when we headed home, it turned out they were setting up for a flea market or something). ANYWAY, so the next thing I see is a gentleman leaning on his truck, eating a sandwich, and doing what I thought was working under the hood of this truck.
At a closer look, turned out he need a place to charge his cell phone so he thought he would eat while he waited.
THEN...
A call came in....
Me and the Mr. got quite a few chuckles at his expensive.
*if you want me to send you a copy you can voom in, tell me, it is hilarious.
1 comment:
Vacation! Oh Steve-O!
I needs me some 'lectricty too...know where I can get some?
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