Soapbox time again.
We went on a bar crawl a few nights ago to deliver some ‘Roots-n-Reef’ newspapers.
We noticed that at each bar/restaurant we visited, the owners/employees were a bit edgy, grumpy, and tired. It has been a very busy year and everyone is feeling the stress,, it looks like.
We are included right along with these folks. We have had guests checking out then new ones checking in the next day now for a couple months. That’s good, I suppose.
Maybe this means the economy is picking up north of us? People are traveling again.
But it also brings out the side of things I don’t like.
Developers.
Big, fat, sweaty blowhards who are going to show everyone how it should be done.
“I got ‘X’ amount of beach frontage, I have investors, and I’m going to build a real (insert business here) and show these people how to do it right. None of this crappy shit you have now.” (fists now beating his own chest)
You see it all the time. And there seems to be some in the area right now going to show us all how it’s done.
First thing that is required is to bring a huge one ton dually diesel with you so you can drive to the jobsite looking like you are in charge. Never put more than a shovel in the back but looks cool going between speed bumps, shows folks you mean business.
We’ll check back in a year and see how they are doing, eh.
Mrs. Barn scared the old bastards last night. She placed fifth in the poker tournament.
I keep telling her that if she breaks out some boob revealing shirts those old horn dogs would fold up and run like Mexican water through a first-time tourist.
And she just might one day.
Lost another friend in Placencia this week.
“King Henry” Anderson died.
He had the food stand out front of Wallens.
Although we were nevr close, we have known each other since way back in the dark days of Mango’s, when Roel was ‘running’ the place.
R.I.P. Henry.
A Christian asked me what it’s like to be an Atheist.
I asked him if he believed in Islam and he said ‘no’.
I said ‘ like that’.
