Tales From the Trailer Park
I received the oddest call to-date today. I was helping this lady get a signal on her receivers. She had already told me that she lived in a trailer park and and highly qualified gentleman named ‘Buzzard’ had been there ‘fixin’ their water heater’, when the receivers went out.
We were in the middle of checking the connections when this god awful scream erupted from the depths of the double wide. My customer dropped the phone, but this is what I gathered from the commotion.
Their daughter (apromixately 5 years old) had some how lodged a fishing hook in her cheek, her father was trying to get it out, she was kicking, screaming, biting, and scratching him. There was a mile long list of obscenities coming from both the father and the 5 year old. They were both screaming at the top of their lungs. The mom is screaming at the father to ‘Watch his fucking mouth’.
I’m laughing so hard I’m in tears at this point. I put my phone on speaker so my co-workers can enjoy the circus. At this point the family cat decides to join in and apparently claws the father’s face. I hear something hit the wall (I’m assuming the cat) and the mom picks the phone up and apologizes.
I can hear the father in the background ‘I hate that fucking cat, I’m gonna kill him, I hate that cat’. Then I hear what can only be the sound of a pump action rifle. The mom says ‘Can I call you back’ and quickly hangs up.
Calls like that make the job worth it. xD
That… is completely demented. It is entirely without ment.
And don’tchu talk no shit ’bout Buzzard! He done grad’ated from Cambridge at th’ head a’ his class in space ’stronomy an’ astrophysics, with a sim’ltaneous major in geologic’l studies! He knows all ’bout rocks ‘n space ‘n shit!