Poacher

Ran a route of auto repair shops this morning. First one I stop at usually has 20-30 brake rotors. He's also got a scrap barrel (275 gal fuel oil barrel cut in half) outside overflowing with exhaust systems, wheels etc that we'd let go until the snow melted so I could get to it.

Stopped today and he asked how I was doing since being in the hospital. "HUH?" "How's your shoulder?" "HUH?" Come to find out, some young guy had stopped by and said he was there to pick up their rotors. The owner told him they had somebody who came by and bought their stuff. Guy said "That's my Dad and I'm doing his route for him since he's in the hospital for shoulder surgery". They sold him the rotors and he asked if they wanted to get rid of the stuff in the barrel outside. He got about 5-600 pounds of #1 Iron that he just took without paying anything, in addition to the rotors.



Didn't make my day.