Sunday, January 20, 2008

Terry Vereen Plumbing

I live three blocks from a plumbing establishment. Their headquarters are at the edge of an old neighborhood in town. They keep a business fleet of 15 or so trucks and vans on their property. Every day, at "quittin' time," these 15 trucks and vans come barreling down the residential streets at about 45 miles per hour, accelerating as fast as possible from stop signs. It's like a bunch of rednecks filled with Bud on New Year's Eve. Every day! You think maybe they are in a hurry to get home? Nope. When they reach headquarters, they stand around in the parking lot talking to each other. Must be some conversation. I bet Terry loses a lot of neighborhood business. If I needed a plumber, I'd call someone further away.