Last year when we were having new walkways put in we had no problem getting "cement guy", as he came to be known, to call us back. We just couldn't get him to actually start the work. It got to the point that Natalie and I would take bets on our way home from school as to whether he would be at the house or not. Finally after four days of non returned calls we were about to go with someone else when we suddenly heard from him. He had taken a spur of the moment vacation to England to watch his friend compete in the Ultimate
I wish I had the kind of job where I could jet off to England at a moments notice (minus the guys beating the snot out of each other and lowering their already dangerously low IQ's of course). Here in the real world I'll have to settle for jaunts to Target and B&N and if I'm lucky the "good" Marshall's in the next state. These days that's my idea of foreign travel.
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