Good Morning Everybody!
I missed you guys yesterday. I wore myself down a bit getting ready for Halloween. Only to have 2 groups of trick or treaters, about a dozen kids total. They left happy, I let them both empty my big bowl of Halloween candies. Refilling it each time. Mostly chocolates by the way. Chocolates are my favorites. Being diabetic I can't eat much of them, but it's fun to give them away. I always spend at least $100+ on candy for Halloween. I have about 1/3 of it left. My wife took some to work for her staff and I'll take the rest to Amazon the next time I work, but not today!
I saw a great costume on a pretty little girl about 10 years old, Cleopatra. I have never seen that one before. I had to encourage her to take more candy. I told her "my wife and daughters will be made if I have too much left over" she asked in a surprised tone of voice "why would they be mad?. I told her "you will understand when you get older, grown up women worry too much about what they eat" She just shrugged her shoulders and dug back in a second and third time.
Most kids reach in and take one candy. I have to show them how it's done! I reach my catchers mit looking hand in and dump it into their bag. Once they see that, they know how to do it.
I think I was the only house on my block giving away candy. I understand older people. They live on a fixed income. They can't get up and down or they are worried about opening the door, but the other people? I don't get it.
I stayed up late, 11pm, on Halloween. I was waiting for a friend of mine, Richard who also is a contractor for Amazon to finish his late route. He is an amazing young man. He was passed around from one abusive family member to another as a child. Now he has no relationship with his family. His little dog (10lbs) is his only family. Despite all of that he is a hard working polite young man. He may be a young man, but he has an old school work ethic and a heart of gold. I've known him for over 2 years, but only recently has he opened up to me about his troubled youth. I had asked him to come over to have dinner and take some candy off of me.
About 2 weeks ago Richard and I were getting loaded at amazon. They have 3 lanes in that bay and I was at the front of lane 3 and Richard was at the front of lane 2. I could see the Amazon people were hassling him. His route was not sorted properly by the Amazon people (they hire any warm body). His route was scattered over 50 miles! There was no way he could finish that in the 3 hours he would be paid for. Richard asked politely what should he do. They should have given him another route, no questions asked, but now the crap for brains supervisor was trying to get him to take it and he would have because he is a good guy and we all know what happens to good guys. I was pulling out, but I had to stop and say something. In my usual nice way
"hey. don't f@#$ with him! He is one of your best contractors and he is my son and if you keep it up I'm going to come back and settle this with you, personally!" I'm a nice guy but if you want to be a dick, I can do that too and enjoy doing it! I got out on my van walked up to Richard and put my arm around him. "Can't you see the family resemblance?" Richard is 6'9", an inch taller than me, but as black as coal. The Amazon supervisor quickly changed his tone saying "I'm sorry, It's a misunderstanding" as he rolled another cart with another route over to Richard. You should have seen how proud Richard was.
Richard looks like a scary man at 6'9" and in great condition, but he is a gentle soul. A great example of the old saying; "you can't judge a book by its cover" Nobody worries about me more than Richard. If he don't see me for a day he is calling me. He always asks me "you need any help" and I know he means it. I never take him up on his offers, but I know I can always count on him. He really is like a son to me, thank God. Just like my other boys he is a kind hearted, polite man. My boys don't have to be mean, I handle that when needed.
Willie, I did good! After wearing myself out and staying up late on Halloween, I sat on the couch all day yesterday watching TV. No problems with commercials for me, thanks to the DVR. I feel better today, but I'm still taking it easy. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired! I finally realize I am my own worst enemy. Doctor wants me to rest a day after waring myself out, I'm going one better and rest for 2! Two days on the bench is better than a week being sick.
Now I'm out of time. I'll be back after I get my grandson off to school, God willing.