As I said in a previous blog, I have been trying to sell my home gym. I finally had somebody come look at it and offer to buy it. This guy was actually interested in the gym and not in the scrap value. Anyway, we arranged for him to come pick it up the morning of July 4th. He had to get his uncle's truck and bring some help.
So the guy arrives at the appointed time with the truck and his help. He introduces me to the first guy as his uncle and then said "And this is my brother, Lee."
About that time this guy steps out from behind the truck. He's a fairly stocky fella, probably about 5' 10" and 225 to 250 pounds. What's shocking is his face full of piercings and the plethora of tattoos sticking out from beneath his sleeves and collar. I take one look at this guy and think "Uh Oh!" Then I made the mistake of reading his T-shirt. Plain black shirt, white text with the following message
It's all about the pain. The jewelry and ink are just souvenirs.
So read this and start laughing my butt off. I look at the guy, worried about what he's gonna do and say, "I'm sorry, but that's just plain funny."
Lee looks back at me, cracks a big smile and says "Ain't it, though?"
So, it turns out that Lee is a really nice, soft-spoken gentle bear of a man.
I'm sure glad he had that shirt on to break the ice or I might have missed out on getting to know a truly interesting guy.