A man without a shirt, a large belly leans out, starts hollering at the top of his lungs for the appraiser to wait right there, don't drive away or else.He comes down in a big huff and flurry, demands the picture taken be forked over. It was a poloroid black and white. The kind used back in the 1980's when you hold them under your arm, near a car defroster to warm up enough in the winter, develop themselves properly. My dad, the appraiser explained that it was the owner of the apartment house who he was working for. That he was not a private eye or working for his wife's future divorce lawyer or planning to put the image with the multi unit and his Yugo in the local paper.
It seems the fellow madder than a wet hen was having a little extra curricular fun and games with the tenant on the second floor and had forgotten he was married.His car out front in the home image made him think private eye, blackmailer or something that would spill the beans to his wife about his "hobby". He was not wanting to explain why his car was parked there. Worried about it showing up in the local paper, because the photo taker had a real estate wrapper, label on his ride. That's how a mind can work, jump to conclusions..especially if what you are doing is not something you are real proud of.
Reminded me of a joke, some Maine humor received from Houlton ME Rotary club's Micheal Clark this morning. About where to put your nose and appearances, misunderstandings.
Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed
monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking
her nose into other people's business..
Several members did
not approve of her extra
curricular activities, but feared her
enough to maintain their
She made a mistake, however, when she
accused Frank, a new member, of
being an alcoholic after she
saw his old pickup
parked in front of the town's
only bar one afternoon..
She emphatically told Frank
(and several others)
that every one seeing it there
WHAT HE WAS DOING !
Frank , a man of few words,
stared at her for a moment and
just turned and walked away.
He didn't explain, defend, or deny.
He said nothing..
Later that evening,
Frank quietly parked his pickup
in front of Mildred's house
and left it there all night !!!
(You gotta love Frank!)