tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901581188365407000.post7442250204680995872..comments2023-09-19T06:37:06.423-05:00Comments on HartyHarHar: Face To FaceSheyFeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444157042069391669noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901581188365407000.post-38555040934838303482013-03-01T11:28:05.832-06:002013-03-01T11:28:05.832-06:00Met a few of those in my time too. My favorite was...Met a few of those in my time too. My favorite was in a Wisconsin city where I worked. When this fellow liked what you were playing he would call and ramble on about the weirdest stuff. The day I quit listening and started putting him on hold like everyone else was when he told me he had been in the county "involuntary overnight rest home" (aka jail) and on his way home two dogs walked across the sidewalk behind him and they were talking about him behind his back. <br /><br />He later showed up at the station on a winter's day in showshoes and carrying an axe over his should (I kid you not). He was heading for the north woods to cut firewood, and did we want any?<br /><br />Riiiiiiighht!Kevin Paynehttp://www.wtad.comnoreply@blogger.com