"The Man"

The other day at work, this lil' ol' man comes in through the gate.

He asks for permission to use a cart. (no, not just "where are the carts?" but, "may I use this cart please?")

When he comes to the register with his patio pavers, he is waving around the corner chunk from one of the gray pavers. He tells me that while he is getting the pavers he brought me, this one paver back there, it just fell apart when he touched it. I finally realized that he was worried that we'd think he had done it on purpose. I held out my hand for the chunk. He hands it to me and I successfully lob it into the garbage can.

He pays, he leaves.

He comes back.

He tells me, "you see, the township man keeps coming around to check on me." Oh, OK. "He's trying to catch me, to make me get a building permit." Oh, OK. "So, you see, when I add on to my buildings, I put everything on wheels." Oh, OK. "This way, they're not permanent, so they can't make me pay for a permit. And sometimes when I know he's coming, I move things around. Because it's all on wheels." Oh, OK. "But the wheels sink, so I get these blocks to set 'em on." Oh. OK. "I'm FIGHTING THE MAN!"

Oh, OK.