I thought I'd share this little story Hubby told me yesterday.
So Steve is up on the umpteenth floor yesterday waiting for an AC to thaw and he's on the balcony. He sees a van pull into the parking lot and out comes about 6 Mexicans loaded down with phone books. In no time, one is on the floor he is on, dropping books at every door. Steve tells him to pick them all up. Little Mexican goes on about not speaking English, so he is "picked up" by the neck of his shirt and escorted to a phone book, where it's put back on his stack, then he walks on like he's leaving.
Steve goes back into the unit. Comes back out a minute later, and there's a freakin' phone book in front of every door again!
He looks over at the other two buildings and can see them running along dropping phone books. So he goes to the van, where the boss is waiting...tells him they need to pick up every book on the property. Boss gets on his phone to his boss, who says no, deliver them all. Fine, Steve says. He went and got his truck and blocked their van in.
Steve's boss came out and asked what was the problem. The boss man said "we deliver" so Steve's boss said get your boss on the phone. Big boss was told "If you want any phone books delivered at all today, I suggest you load these up, otherwise all your little workers will be sitting in my parking lot all day with your phone books. They aren't going anywhere.
So they went and got all the phone books. They couldn't even load them up, Steve's truck was so close to their van.
He made them count all of them before he'd move the truck just to make sure they got every one.
Steve's boss said "good move"
I wish I knew when they going to sneak down my dead end street.
