As I got home today I saw that the toothless mullet family was still going strong in their resistance. Having talked with Non-Megan I finally found out that Saturday they are in fact planning on moving out. This is a week after they were supposed to be out.
Due to the lack of police presence I am guessing the landlords decided it was probably easier to just let them stay another week rather than forcibly eject them. Either that or maybe they are planning a middle of the night police raid complete with flash bang grenades and jack booted thugs storming the house. Though a part of me would be greatly amused by such a turn of events I doubt it will happen.
I did notice that they are packing their things to move. When I got home today I saw what I thought was their trash by the curb. As I approached closer I realized that had put their stuff in trash bags and were loading it in the family truckster. Normal people use plastic totes and cardboard boxes, toothless mullets use trash bags. Hell it was not even easy being able to tell the difference between their trash and their possessions. When you live like shit most of your stuff looks like trash.
Here is how I could tell the difference. No fucking empty natty light cans in the bags. Dead give away. There is no humanly way possible they could fill 4 trash bags with no one visible natty light can.
I am kind of sad about one thing. We had high winds yesterday but I was out working. I would of loved nothing more than to see the mullet flapping in the wind being so carefree.
Perhaps on Sunday I will buy a "double-deuce" of natty light and pour it out on the small strip of grass in front of their former place to honor their memory.
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