Know when you're licked

[Barbara Richmond]

Hey Ron,

Maybe they were just telling you it's time you washed your truck.  Road 
salt?

When I lived in Texas I tuned for a woman who kept peacocks.  Though they 
were kept in pens, somehow the proclaimed leader of the flock, named NBC, 
would always make his way to the roof of my car.   I wish I'd had a camera 
with me.

Our adventures....

Barbara Richmond

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Ron Nossaman" <rnossaman@cox.net>
To: <pianotech@ptg.org>
Sent: Monday, December 19, 2005 6:45 PM
Subject: Know when you're licked


> Every day is a new adventure out there folks. This morning, I went out in 
> the country to tune a couple of pianos for a lady who keeps two llamas 
> (llamii?) in the yard. I can't imagine why, but there it is. I buzz in, 
> and the power gate opens to let me in, then closes behind me to contain 
> the llamas. After the tunings, I find that both of these creatures have 
> LICKED my truck from one end to the other, both sides, headlights, and 
> all. I had to shoo them off to get in. It makes for a pretty funky 
> afternoon, driving to appointments in a vehicle that's been dipped in 
> llama goo. THEY LICKED MY TRUCK!!! Yuc, I'm slimed! Tomorrow, I have a 
> shop day, after I get back from the car wash.
>
> Creeps me out...
>
> Gak
> Ron N
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