June 19th, 2010.

Oh Saturday. You used to mean something to me. Now you’re just like every other day of the week. What happened to you.

I didn’t work today but that doesn’t mean that I just sat around and did nothing. No, I got stuffs done.

First we had a house showing to go to. Well, a basement showing is more like it. Nice place. Let’s just wait and see if they want three college boys living below them.

Then we came home and had an intermission from the day by enjoying an episode of 24 season 8. It’s gettin karazay!

Then I hoofed my way over to the eye doctor to have my eyes looked at for the first time in three years. Doc says my eyes have gotten worse, I knew that. So I got new lenses put in the old frames and I am good to go.

Interesting that such a little bit of glass can make a world of difference. Also, glasses cleaner makes a big difference too…

I also got my hair cut. As Bitu, the hairdresser said, “You a whole new man!” (read with accent of your choosing).

Luke ended up being at the mall at the same time as me so he drove me home. Then we watched more 24. Then I went for a nice long walk.

Now, I’m going to share a story with you, a story about pressure washing.

A couple days ago we went to a site in Chilliwack where we were supposed to pressure wash this gas station. When we got to the site, Bobby, the site supervisor came over and asked us what we were doing there. We told him that we were there to do what we were hired to do… pressure washing… like usual. He got in a bit of a hissy fit because he’s a hissy.

Turns out that ol’ Bobby didn’t trust us to do a good job, so he had gone out and rented his own fancy expensive hot water steam pressure washer thing and had one of his guys doing the car wash which he said that we would do a “$#!!@* job” of.

Ol’ Bobby, what a guy.

Well, Luke and I were a little put off because we don’t like being treated like brain damaged forest critters. We figured that our big ace machine would probably do a better job than their fancily rented one anyways and we talked about how awesome it would be to go in that car wash and show Bobby what was what. Unfortunately, we didn’t really think that was likely to happen.

As we started getting all set up to do the other pressure washing around the site, our boss came over and commented about how Bobby was less than a day at the beach to work with. He commented on how awesome it would be to go in that car wash and show Bobby what was what. We laughed a bit at how we had already fantasized about it and we were about to go back to work when our boss told us to make it happen.

Apparently he doesn’t like being treated like a brain damaged forest critter either.

So we made it happen. We hooked up our giant pressure washer and let loose the dogs of war, well… Luke.

Now what you would imagine to happen would be that Luke would go in and do a nice section of wall to show Ol’ Booby (sp?) how our machine stacked up compared to his. Oh but Luke wasn’t about to let slide the disrespecting of us fully functioning forest critters, so he gave Bobby the ultimate insult, pressure washed into the grime that had collected on that car wash wall for years.

He drew a big, fancy smiley face.

And I’ll say, wasn’t it sure ever pretty.

And hot dignity, it even did a better job than their little squirt gun.

Thanks for the story, Bobby.

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