So I am in Lafayette/ Boulder CO right now. It was literally 80 degrees and sunny with a nice breeze yesterday. Today it is 38 and snowing like crazy. Hopefully this shit will clear up tomorrow so my 10 hour drive straight north doesn't turn into a 15 hour drive straight north. Its not supposed to, so I am preparing for long day of driving in nasty weather.
Boulder is unreal. The perfect mountain town. Reminds me of Vail a little bit. Classy and rugged at the same time. Mark says he knows a lot of people here, so finding a job and a place to stay would be really easy after yellowstone. Good to know and after seeing the town and how things are, its a really good possibility I will give it a go, but who knows, its april and thats october.
The drive was relatively easy. Nice weather, hardly anybody on the road. Took about 13:30, but it really wasnt bad. I mean Kansas sucks, but we all know that, so all things considered it was a good day of travel.
So, before I left, I had to get rid of all my stuff, or at least the big stuff, so I had a moving sale. I think "moving sale" is hoosier for "meet Kid Rock" because so many weirdos come out of the woodwork, and I dont really wanna know where from. Example: My sale was supposed to start at 9. I had a guy and his wife in a crown vic pull up at 8 and block my driveway. I seriously think his thought process was "If this guy is here and parked around back, hes not going anywhere til I get a good look at that recliner." I noticed him leaning on his ride with his arms crossed and asked if he was a there for the sale. He was. He just wanted to see the recliner. He came in, sat in it, it was awkward, I told him what i wanted for it and he left. Apparently 25 bucks for a recliner is too steep. Im not in the market for a recliner, but if I was, I think I could part with 25 big ones, or at least haggle for a lazboy. There was this other family that came in, I sold them my ottomans, my TV and all that was hooked up to it, and my futon, and eventually my couch. I will make this as short as possible. They had to come back to pick up some of the items they couldn't haul the day of the sale. They came back monday night around 930 pm. I was alone and doing stuff around my house to get the F out of 6335. They show up with 4 people. I was pretty overwhelmed, and at this point just wanted to get rid of stuff, so I was pretty cool about what they took and really didnt care. Plates, a plant, little stuff. I had my Yellowstone items laid out in the front room in the corner where the recliner used to be so I could pack easy the next day: Mistake #1. I helped move the couch out, I guess bc I consider myself a nice guy: Mistake #2. I didnt really notice, but one of the guys stayed in the house when I was carrying the couch out with another guy. I used the bathroom later, while they were still there packing up half of what I have owned for the past 5 yrs, that they got all for under $100, and I noticed my big headphones in my sink. I do not keep my headphones in my sink. So I grabbed them and tossed back with the stuff I am taking with me. I gave my stuff a glance, thinking, what else could/would they have stolen?? My passport is there, checkbook is there.... hey, where is that huge knife I put next to that alarm clock?? OH SHIT. DUDE STOLE MY KNIFE: Mistake #3. I left my knife out, how stupid could i be? I just wasnt thinking about it. I had talked to these people twice a day for 3 days about picking up the stuff, so I guess I trusted them enough that it didnt even dawn on me to hide, cover, or put away some of my stuff. I was pretty pissed. I had treated these people so well. The economy is garbage, they seemed really down on their luck, and I was doing my part as a good citizen who has done ok so far in comparison by giving them good deals. Then they steal from me?? No sir. Against my better judgement, I went outside, they were all in their cars at this point, walked straight to the grandma of the crew of misfits and asked her why my headphones were in my sink and why my knife was missing. She seemed like she had no idea what I was talking about, but was not surprised in the least that it happened. She assured me that if she got to the bottom of it, she would return it to me. How comforting. Thank you grandma. I didnt want to make a big stink because, like I said, one of these weirdos had my knife. So I went inside and called the police. In the time that I was waiting for the police to show, the crew of morons called me 2 times, the first time claiming they had forgot something and needed to come back to get it. I told them I didn't see what they were talking about, but I would call if I found it. I dont know why they wanted to come back, maybe to drop the knife off bc they felt bad (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) or maybe to chop me up, etc. The police showed, nothing they can do, hi five. It wasn't even the knife that pissed me off, it was actually a POS that i got at a flea market for $10. It was that I was so good to them and they could still do that to a person who actually helped them. If I had taken the time to really sell that stuff, I could have made 3 times what I did, maybe more. I think the real reason I was so bummed about this whole thing is that I lost some faith in people in general. They looked like what most people in STL would stereotype as "South Side Hoosiers." I don't judge a book by its cover, or at least make a conscious effort not to, and they had been really nice about everything so far, so I had no reason to think otherwise. I will just chalk it up as me being stupid for leaving my stuff out, and lucky that dude didn't gut me. Lesson learned. Akes helped me put it in perspective. What are they gonna do now? They are gonna go back home, and continue this lifestyle they are in. What are you about to do? Go to Yellowstone. Perspective. Thank you Shake n Bake. Needless to say, grandma must not have got to the bottom of it, bc I didnt get my knife back.
Gonna get some grub with Mark. I hope you can comment on this....
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