Vignette No 2:
You may get your ass kicked
Even sitting down, he looked extremely tall with his long legs stretched over and across his desk.
Black eyes, black mustache, black boots, and black hat. Under that black mustache, a big fat cigar filled the unkept office with heavy smoke.
As I closed the door behind me, I asked, “What is the deal with those trailers outside?” His cigar dropped a little on his lips, and his eyes narrowed as he looked intensely at me and slowly answered,
“You know, you may get your ass kicked for talking like that.”
The seriousness of his tone had a chilling effect on my casual mood. Determined that I was fine as long as I could see his black boots dangling across the desk, I cleared my throat and tried my darnedest to use the most apologetic tone I could muster while explaining that my interest in the trailers parked outside was due to the fact that I owned a similar trailer. His cigar and mustache now turned into the upright friendly position as he said, “Why didn't you started with that?” He proceeded to not only relate the origin of every trailer, but to also show me vintage owner's manuals of them. They were a real beauty. Later he even let me take some photos of the trailers.
Have in mind this little story while traveling and talking to people in West Texas.
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2 comments:
You should have replied:
"Tell me about it, now, what the HELL is with those trailers out there" Make sure you carry one of those air tanks that Javier Bardem was using in "No country for old men"
Should I ask also, at the end, answer or not, to choose "Heads or Tails"?
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