Dash just called. He's avoiding work, because he's 47. He's 47 and sick of working.
He wants to ".....walk in Anza Borrego, instead."
(Warm desert.)
But he had a story to tell, about the travails of trying not to work. The feast or famine nature of contracting. He was trying to drink enough gin to start his taxes, and the phone rang, and a guy said, "Hey! This is Waller Concrete, and the check you wrote us bounced."
"Who?"
"Waller Redi-Mix."
"Who? I don't.....use ready-mix. We don't use concrete."
"Is this Dashboard Construction?"
"Yah. Yes. Yah?"
"I got a check here for seven hundred dollars and you haven't returned our stuff, either."
"No really. We don't use concrete."
"But you're Dashboard? I think you better come down here and straighten this out."
["I can't. I'm drunk."]
"Well," Dash says, "I agree there can't be too many Dashboard Construction Companies, but that's not my check. And we're not doing any work right now, anyway, we're taking a break after last year. What's the address on it?"
Yadda, yadda ~ different address.
"Were in the book, there, Mr Waller ~ you can look us up."
Waller looks them up, and says, "Hmmm.. So this isn't your check here. Gee. I'm sorry. And you're not doing any concrete work."
"No."
"No concrete work."
"No."
(This here is the part I like):
"So what do you guys do?"
"Restaurants, kitchens. Fixtures, cabinets, architectural woodwork."
"Really? "
"Yah."
"Well, you know, hmmm......I'm.....We're re-doing our kitchen right now, out at the house, and I'm looking for somebody for the cabinets. Built ones."
"We're trying to take some time off right nooow.....last year was.......hard work."
"Well maybe you could just come out and look. Look at the drawings."
"Uh....."
"It's on Adler and Seventh."
"Jeez..... My partner lives on Adler at nine hundred." ("Uptown.")
"He does?? Well come on down!!"
"Uh....."
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