A picture Brother Reg posted in another forum me of yet another story. I now humbly present the following "tail" of high adventure.
A few years back I was heading to a service call out west of town. I had a new guy, a former Sears tech, riding with me for training purposes. We arrived at the property which was tucked way back in the vast acres of orange groves. After opening the gate, we drove onto a narrow, dirt road with fences bordering each side. The house we were heading to was a few hundred yards down the road, so we slowly proceeded.
As we made the first turn of the road, there, standing in the middle of this narrow road, was a huge donkey/mule/jackass. I slow to a stop to allow the critter to move to the side so we could pass. Eventually, the mule walks around to the driver's side window and looks right at me. It was at this point the mule emitted this loud, piercing, sustained "scream". And I'm not talking about your typical "hee haw" noise. It was a cross between Tarzan's yell and Godzilla's roar. He was also shaking his head, showing his teeth, and doing weird things with his tongue.
So my fellow tech and I look at each other and immediately think, "Rabid Donkey!" I yell "Hi-Yahh!" and floor it. We still had a way to go to make it to the driveway. Next thing I know the mule is running right along side of my window, still screaming that godawful Tarzan/Godzilla noise. I can't go too fast because this road is very narrow and very bumpy. I've already got tools, parts, and a Sears guy bouncing all over the place. And then my cell phone rings. It's one of the girls in the office calling with a question. I exclaim, "Can't talk right now, being chased by a rabid donkey, Hi Yahh!"
Eventually we make it to the driveway and the donkey stops in his tracks. We approach the house and the customer opens the door. I ask, "What's the deal with that crazy mule?" The customer responds, "Oh, he just thought you were the mailman". I say, "Ahh, he doesn't like the mailman?" She responds, "He loves the mailman. The guy feeds him Pop Tarts". At that point all became clear. This critter's not rabid, I think to myself, he just hopped up on sugar (and maybe a little sexually frustrated).
Afterwards we complete the repair, make sure the coast is clear, and leave the property without further incident. We return to the shop and the girls ask what the hell happened out there. As I begin to explain I pick up the latest issue of Marcone World magazine and begin thumbing through it. As I'm completing the story I come across an article about stubborn customers. And there at the top of the page was a picture of a donkey/mule/jackass. I yell, "Gimme a f*****g break!" and show the girls the article. At that time, great laughs were had at my expense.
The following morning I come into the office to find a photocopy of the article posted on the bulletin board with "PDuff's Wild Ride" written at the top in bright red magic marker. I think it's still hanging there.
Edited by PDuff, 15 October 2013 - 04:44 PM.