so here is the story more or less
the office I used to work at had problems with parking. We ended up
towing our own employees cars because they weren't stickered.
there was not enough parking because the city built the higher education
center, (the old Norfolk and Southern ( and took our rented land. so we
fought with the city and the landlord to comply with the lease.
it seems that every time that the manager of our office leaves something
erupts
and i have to deal with it
one time, a car crashed into a traffic pole, and knocked out the electric
one time, the sheriff came to take me away in cuffs to RICHMOND because i
would not accept service because it was wrong
another time, well 911. speaks for itself. government institution i
had
to
close down the office again.
so THEN as if that was not enough, when the city restored the parking,
thea
crazy employee got on the new parking committee
oh lorda mighty she tortured everyone about this
so i get into work one day and there is a whole slew of cars, and I mean
like forty parked smack dab in the middel of our parking lot. So that we
could not get into our spaces. They didn't steal our spaces, they just
parked in the middle of our lot and cut us off from our spaces, and
blocked
in employees so they weren't able to go back and forth.
Now I find out from the parking lot attendant that all these folks went
into the hotel dumas, (that is the place where a friend of mine performed
several years
ago, though it had a different name back then. Harrison maybe. And also
Satchmo performed there a long time ag0)
anyway, so naturally the manager calls in sick and the duty of solving
this mess falls to me
So I go into the Hotel Dumas, figuring there would be a board meeting or
something.
Hell no, I walk right in on a packed house like five hundred people, and
they are all staring straight up on the stage where Harry Belafonte
himself
is addressing the crowd. There he is large as LIFE. There he is, being
Harry Belafonte, and all.
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Turns out (if I gave a crap about reading the newspaper or watching the
news anymore) he was here for a NAACP event, the previous night. So he is
performing ceremonial type stuff in the city, and this stop is one of the
things he is doing.
Probably mostly fundraising.
So I ask who is in charge and this little blond guy whispers to me and we
go out and I show him what his folks did to my parking lot. He promises
to
announce the need for them to move their cars during the next break, says
he will fix the problem in the next half hour, at which time everyone will
disperse anyway.
but any fool can see....the biggest car that was the proverbial straw
that
broke the camels back, the one that blocked everyone in, the one that
prevented ingress and egress,
is this big ass black cadillac with flags and official license plates,
you
know the kind I mean, and **** that belongs to some obvious dignitary
probably a state or local official like a mayor or the governor, and you
just KNOW that is the car that Harry Belafonte came in. You just KNOW he
didn't come in the dodge dart or the SUV parked next to this car.
So I had to tow Harry Belafonte's car that day-o, or at least, I
threatened
too...but I let him SLIDE. hAHAHAAH
Can you imagine what woulda happened if I had actually done it. If I
had,
you just know I woulda started an international incident. The parking
problems of the Roanoke office are legend by now.
Probably US would have to go to war against ****tugal or something.
I guess had I stuck around for the next half hour, I woulda met him no
problem. Probably had I paid more attention to the local news, I could
have simply signed up for the fundraisers and met him in the conventional
manner. You know, 200 dollar a plate dinner or whatever. Instead, I have
a story to tell my mice, cos I ain't nevah gonna have no grandkids to tell
this kinda stuff too!
mk5000
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>>>> Since Chaney's closed we have been getting our BBQ from Bandana's.
>>>> Super smokers may have won awards at cookoffs, but I never liked the
>>>> taste or quality of their BBQ products.---Gary V. Deutschmann, Sr.
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