So...
Today my oldest son Vincent and I moved some furniture for a so called friend of his and he paid us 50 dollars for the job.
Vinny got mad and argued with the guy because we moved more than 50 dollars worth of work.
So there I was standing in the weedy yard of the apartment where my son's friend had us haul his furniture too.
Very sweaty and guzzling grape Powerade while all this went on.
Well my son is a hot head and eventually I had to sling my sports drink down and dive into the middle of those two jokers to keep 'em from killing each other and low and behold...
Someone called the cops on us...
Well no-one got arrested but I was pretty embarrassed by the whole thing.
Of course I thought 50 dollars was too little in pay compared to the work but I was just going to accept my half and treat myself to some K.F.C and another sports drink....