An ethically flawed contract

Print the article

This entry was posted on Monday, October 30, 2006 10:43 PM and is filed under Stories I would be telling if I still taught high school,Big plans and minor setbacks,Characters I've known.

Still running...

While in Chicago, I saw Mr. Wallace's car.  He must have taken that car on a garbage picking mission to Baghdad.  Who knew a car could get fucked up THAT quick?

I once tried to buy Mr. Wallace's house.  Here was my offer:  In exchange for the title, he would receive three things...

1. $50,000
2. Home cooked meals.
3. The right to live in his house until his untimely death.

#2 was the key.  Mr. Wallace didn't appear to get much exercise.  By providing a steady diet of lard infused greaseball sandwiches and rich pastries, the "occupancy issue" would have sped to a quick resolution.

While initially agreeing to this ethically flawed contract, I don't think he ever took the offer seriously.  I dropped the scheme after I realized its absurdity.

 del.icio.us  Stumbleupon  Technorati  Digg 

 
Trackbacks
Trackback specific URL for this entry
  • No trackbacks exist for this entry.
Comments
    Display comments as (Linear | Threaded)

    • Monday, October 30, 2006 11:36 PM csims wrote:
      Me and Wallace have had many quality conversations that almost inevitably end in both of us gripping about dvd costs and me teaching him slowly but surely how to rip a dvd without me actually having to enter that bad boy of a house. He had a girlfriend temporarily and she made him clean up the back yard (contrary to popular belief which stated it was the cities nazi tactics of covering his back fence with "porch unsafe, do not use until fixed." He also bought 3 new dogs that bark at every car/person that passes- only adding to his already stellar standing in the neighborhood. I can only wish to keep it that real at that age.
      Reply to this
      1. Monday, October 30, 2006 11:45 PM Old Man Neill wrote:
        i hated those dogs.  he trained them to shit in my yard.  i don't know how he did it.  you will recall that my yard was fenced in. 
        Reply to this
    Leave a comment

     Enter the above security code (required)

     Name

     Email (will not be published)

     Website

    Your comment is 0 characters limited to 3000 characters.



      
    Copyright . http://OLDMANNEILL.COM. All rights reserved.