Hmmm..
Got up this morning to take my wife to work. We have been married 28 years. Thus far she has been super supportive of my Modelling efforts. Two weekends ago in fact she bought me a B&M GP40-2 locomotive N scale with decoder from a Hobby shop we visited while on a long trip. Well I might have jeopardized that support this morning
Today is trash pickup day. You are beginning to feel where I am going with this eh! Down our street, cross 2 latteral streets, crossover a long busy street, hit a short street almost to the school (she is a teacher).....ooh the car pulls itself over to the curb....almost by itself. There on the top of a small pile of clean trash is 3 large blocks of styrofoam. 2'x4'x4inches. How can I pass that up....some folks pay a lot of money for such blocks. Instinct takes over as I jump out of the drivers seat....all the while the wife is sort of dazed says "What are you doing, whats going on? Is the car broken?" I check the styrofoam over quickly...perfect squares, clean as a whistle, they are mine....I grab all three and throw them in the back of the jeep. Yup this day is starting out wonderful....Or is it??
"What the hell are you doing!!!"
"Honey....what a find!" I mutter.
"But you can't pick peoples trash................................."
Yup thats what she had a problem with. I picked someone's trash and now I am in the doghouse.....arghhhh
But I still have my styrofoam
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Got up this morning to take my wife to work. We have been married 28 years. Thus far she has been super supportive of my Modelling efforts. Two weekends ago in fact she bought me a B&M GP40-2 locomotive N scale with decoder from a Hobby shop we visited while on a long trip. Well I might have jeopardized that support this morning

Today is trash pickup day. You are beginning to feel where I am going with this eh! Down our street, cross 2 latteral streets, crossover a long busy street, hit a short street almost to the school (she is a teacher).....ooh the car pulls itself over to the curb....almost by itself. There on the top of a small pile of clean trash is 3 large blocks of styrofoam. 2'x4'x4inches. How can I pass that up....some folks pay a lot of money for such blocks. Instinct takes over as I jump out of the drivers seat....all the while the wife is sort of dazed says "What are you doing, whats going on? Is the car broken?" I check the styrofoam over quickly...perfect squares, clean as a whistle, they are mine....I grab all three and throw them in the back of the jeep. Yup this day is starting out wonderful....Or is it??
"What the hell are you doing!!!"
"Honey....what a find!" I mutter.
"But you can't pick peoples trash................................."
Yup thats what she had a problem with. I picked someone's trash and now I am in the doghouse.....arghhhh
But I still have my styrofoam



