Well he looks in the garage and sees Maggie sitting there and asked what it was and could he take a look? “Sure, come on in” I told him it was for making coffee when we are on our group hunting trips. He looked at it for about 10 seconds, got this funny crooked smile on his face and proclaimed “you’re a God damn bootlegger”
Well, you got me dad, it’s a still.
What happened next was a total jaw dropper as I haven’t witnessed anything like it in a long time.
For what ever reason, he grabbed the parrot and started to shake the hell out of it as if he was testing her strength! He almost knocked it off of the burner! He then said “well it seems pretty solid”
A few minutes later he had asked enough questions to satisfy his curiosity and left.
I walked him out to the street and then went back in and inspected Maggie. Sure as shit, he broke two of her reflux mounts and the lower sight glass!
I have the spare parts that I needed to repair her (and that is already done) and I’m not at all worried about him calling the authorities, but WTF is it with some people that they would treat another’s property like that?
I guess I should be thankful that he provided me with the opportunity to redo some solder joints, file, sand, clean up and polish a bunch of stuff … AGAIN!!!
*^&^$@#$& HAM-HANDED &&^%%$@(
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m headed down the street to kick some dents in an old Caddy
I actually laughed out loud when I read that last line. Wife thinks I'm right off the rocker