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Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess



Below you will find links to dates when new entries are added. The stories will not necessarily be in chronological order, but rather as I remember them. I am dating them so that you can skip to new ones you haven't read since the last time you visited, and so that you are more easily able to find something you found humorous to share with others.
Last Week In Focus


Somewhere around Tuesday, our 800 pound pig escaped her pen and wondered across the road and almost down into the woods. They were able to wrap a dog leash around her nose, and lead her back to her pen – the tomato in Mr. MM's hand didn’t hurt, either. Tomatoes are her favorite. Mr. MM is her favorite. MM lives here. (The office for the junkyard is an old farm house where a family member, Mr D also lives.) When MM goes home to visit his girlfriend for the weekend, if he comes back later than Monday afternoon, Zoey hangs over the edge of her fence and screams until he comes home. No- she’s not spoiled.

Thursday, Mr.S (the dad) and Mr.B – were in our flat bed tow truck, towing “abandoned” cars from the city of Pittsburgh. These are police-initiated tows, and are cars that have set for more than 48 hours on the street, without legal inspection stickers or legal license plate registration. Neighbors had been complaining about a Dodge Caravan parked along the berm of a side road; they hadn’t seen anyone near it in days. They were afraid someone was “casing” the neighborhood. When the cop tried to find a VIN plate, she couldn’t. She ran the license plate- no information came back. She made a few calls – nobody knew anything. So, Mr.S backed up to the van, loaded it on the truck and proceeded down the street with the cop a few blocks out in front of him. He hadn’t gotten ten blocks, and the police sirens started whining in the rear-view. Mr.B said, "I think they want US to stop." Indeed, the police were after the van on the bed of the truck. Seems it was a bait car; a vehicle used to catch theives who take cars and turn them in as their own, for scrap. As the blinking cruiser pulled along side of the tow truck, Mr.S said he could see the officer make a motion with his hands showing disgust, and shouting, "Aw, it's YOU!!!". The driver recognized our truck. The cop who works with us to tow "abandoned" cars was quite upset at being left out of the "bait car" loop. I think they got that all straightned out, for now.