He’s building a trike.
He needs brake lines or some such other thing.
I don’t ask.
He orders it on the phone and they hand it to me and I ust go fetch it home.
Living this Friday night right on the hemorrhaging edge, I tell ya.
I do wonder what will happen to the “Trump & Trump Attorneys At Law” place right near the park.
I reckon they’re nervous right now.
Yeah, like me - I'm slowly getting around to getting my general class amateur radio license, and things just show up in boxes and she doesn't ask. She came into the den here a couple months back and I had a tube-driven multiband transceiver sitting here with the rest of my radio shack. I didn't even look up, I just said, "Don't ask". She said, "I wasn't". She does it to me, too. Out of the blue during this past spring, I found her sitting on the sofa, surfing the net on a brand new iPhone. I said, "Do I want to know?" She said, "Don't ask". I was going to buy another pistol and leave it out on the bookshelf to bait her, but we already have three revolvers and two semis tucked away around here, and I got some auto repair/home improvement fish to fry first.
Good luck at the BS Boogaloo. Let me know how much ammo you spent if it goes hot.