Yes, dear readers in a man's world it's about size. His motorcycle, the caliber of his gun, his dog, and countless other things.
Sometimes size is not a good thing. Take Saturday, September 4th, 2010. I was doing a sale on Hwy. 34 in conjunction the with Labor Day Weekend Powers Crossroads Arts and Crafts Festival. Things were going well. People were feeling good, buying their little hearts out, a sunny sky, not too hot.
Yeah, nice weather, except for that one damn little down-draft, a rouge breeze, called a funnel-gunnel by air traffic controllers. It took Li'l Rufus(the 8ft. rooster) completely by surprise! Before he could crow a warning, a strong, concentrated gust came up on his left side/wing and ever so slightly lifted him up and pushed him to the right. As he toppled to the ground, his over sized and pronounced pecker/beak caught the right quarter panel of a brand new car. A very deep scratch on a brand new car.
A fellow vendor and close personal friend of mine, who also happens to be an appraiser for auto damage, estimated that the damage would in the $1000 range. That particular day Nationwide was indeed 'on my side'. I found it odd that my homeowners insurance would pay off when I was 20 miles from home, but they know what they are doing(?).
As luck would have it, the car belonged to the wife of one of Janice's cousins. He knew me, but she did not. She came running up mad as a wet hen. That Dodge was less than two weeks old and she was as proud of it as a new puppy!
She: YOU JUST PUT A DEEP SCRATCH IN MY NEW CAR!
Me: No ma'am, I didn't do it the Rooster did.
She: (Getting louder and trying to catch her breath) WELL, IT'S YOUR ROOSTER! WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO ABOUT IT?
Me: If you would be kind enough to turn your car around the other way, I'll push the Rooster over again and you will have matching scratches, no one will notice, besides you live in Heard County, it's kinda the law to beat up a new car to break it in.
At this point she was to the point of passing out from lack of oxygen, when Ronnie, her husband stepped up,holding back the tears as best he could and said, "Larry I don't think she can take much more."
She:(To Ronnie) You know this guy?
Ronnie: Yeah, you know, it's Janice, our cousin's husband, the woman that passed away after Christmas, we went to the funeral.
Her tone changed, but before she could continue, I gave her all the information she needed and told her to have it fixed and I would send her a check.
We parted as friends and several weeks later settled the matter.
Owning Ol' Rufus added another chapter to my life. During our travels, a thousand people must have posed to have their picture taken with this big bird. I eventually traded him for 2 cigar store Indians, but I still miss him.
CROW ON AMERICA!
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