I used to work for a place that made custom storage cabinets for your garage, and closet organizers. Our business was in Las Vegas, NV.
There was a gated community that was having new construction going on. You could access the community through a wide open back gate, but you had to report to an office to sign in.
A co-worker and I had those little fliers that you could hang over door handles promoting our business. We signed in like we were supposed to. The community had one day out of the week where those who did interior designs could come in to advertise their wares. So we were allowed to be there and hand out fliers.
As we left, the security guard motioned to us, and told us that one of the residents had complained…and had demanded that all fliers be removed from all doors. We had spent the better part of three hours hanging the fliers.
So we turned around to go back in. We decided to go all the way to the front and work our way back to the back gate and remove the fliers. We called the boss and let him know what happened.
As we drove to the front, a guy standing in his front yard motioned for us to come hither and “get our asses in gear, before he got pissed”. He then berated us as we took the flier from his door, and told us that he’d better never see us again, or else.
He pissed us off so bad we said, “Screw this. He can f**k himself.” We left, removing NONE of the fliers but his. The man was a total rat bastard.
And that, gentle readers, is how I met Jerry Lewis.
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