I'm famous, not really.
So, I have now had conversations with the two largest ford dealers in Spokane. I'll start chronologically as to when I had the conversations.
In June of 2003, I was working for the Spokane Indians, I was their official scorer, it was a fun job. Anyway, that was their "100th anniversary." There's been a baseball franchise in Spokane since 1903, kind of. It wasn't always the Indians, and there were some years where there wasn't even a team, but, whatever, the Indians wanted to celebrate. So, they "honored" one person from every year there was a team. They decided to base it off of what year you were born. Somebody who was born in 1903 was honored all the way to someone born in 2003, some front office guy's daughter, what contribution she made to the Indians, I don't know. I digress, I was the selection for people born in 1985. It was good times, all that happened was that I got my name in the program, as "Rev. Sam Normington," and I stood on the field for about 6 minutes before the start of the game. I stood next to Gus Johnson, the ford dealer guy. He's a pretty big sponsor of the Indians, so he was chosen for whatever year he was born in. We were just standing there, and started talking about how lame it was that they were doing this. And then I went back up to the press box, and he did whatever it is Gus Johnson does.
So, that was the first conversation, exciting times. The second happened last night. I work for a security company, for those of you who do not know. I spend most nights driving around making sure guards don't screw up, and that buildings haven't been broken in to. Sometimes respond to alarm calls. That's the basics of the job. We have a guard at Wendle at the Y/Wendle Northtown. He drives back and forth between the two, checking building doors and car doors. I used to do that two days a week. Anyway, he calls me up and tells me the guys at Wendle at the Y managed to leave 5 electronic bay doors open. The huge service doors they have, how the hell they left them open, I don't know, especially since I'm pretty sure there was only one or two open when I drove by it three hours earlier. So, I call the 8 guys we have on our list of people to call, two numbers were disconnected, and atleast two didn't work there anymore. Only one guy answered, and he didn't work there anymore, but gave me the number to Chud Wendle, president of the car dealership. I call him up at 1130, and I tell him that there are 5 electronic bay doors open, to which his response was "Shit. 5?" And then he said he would call somebody to get it taken care of.
So there you go, now all of you know someone who has had conversations with the two largest ford dealers in town. Don't you feel special?
In June of 2003, I was working for the Spokane Indians, I was their official scorer, it was a fun job. Anyway, that was their "100th anniversary." There's been a baseball franchise in Spokane since 1903, kind of. It wasn't always the Indians, and there were some years where there wasn't even a team, but, whatever, the Indians wanted to celebrate. So, they "honored" one person from every year there was a team. They decided to base it off of what year you were born. Somebody who was born in 1903 was honored all the way to someone born in 2003, some front office guy's daughter, what contribution she made to the Indians, I don't know. I digress, I was the selection for people born in 1985. It was good times, all that happened was that I got my name in the program, as "Rev. Sam Normington," and I stood on the field for about 6 minutes before the start of the game. I stood next to Gus Johnson, the ford dealer guy. He's a pretty big sponsor of the Indians, so he was chosen for whatever year he was born in. We were just standing there, and started talking about how lame it was that they were doing this. And then I went back up to the press box, and he did whatever it is Gus Johnson does.
So, that was the first conversation, exciting times. The second happened last night. I work for a security company, for those of you who do not know. I spend most nights driving around making sure guards don't screw up, and that buildings haven't been broken in to. Sometimes respond to alarm calls. That's the basics of the job. We have a guard at Wendle at the Y/Wendle Northtown. He drives back and forth between the two, checking building doors and car doors. I used to do that two days a week. Anyway, he calls me up and tells me the guys at Wendle at the Y managed to leave 5 electronic bay doors open. The huge service doors they have, how the hell they left them open, I don't know, especially since I'm pretty sure there was only one or two open when I drove by it three hours earlier. So, I call the 8 guys we have on our list of people to call, two numbers were disconnected, and atleast two didn't work there anymore. Only one guy answered, and he didn't work there anymore, but gave me the number to Chud Wendle, president of the car dealership. I call him up at 1130, and I tell him that there are 5 electronic bay doors open, to which his response was "Shit. 5?" And then he said he would call somebody to get it taken care of.
So there you go, now all of you know someone who has had conversations with the two largest ford dealers in town. Don't you feel special?
posted by Sam at 11:16 AM
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