Monday, June 24, 2014

One of the more notable personages a person can meet, along with poker dealer, schedulers of most anything, is  a parts man.

Granted a parts man is specialized in his own dealership, more or less, but it is impressive their memories, their outside contacts and their ability to know, without looking, whether the parts are in stock or must be ordered.s

I had occasion to call for the hydraulic parts I need for the tractor this morning. The man that I talked to suggested that he would send me pictures of the areas he suspected I was talking about, and that after I’d had an opportunity to examine the pictures and selected the parts he would call me and we could complete the order.

A parts man of little conviction or knowledge. That has trouble dealing with a hundred problems per day from tribulated end users.

I asked this person where my normal parts person was and he indicated that the man in question had quit the parts business and was nor a night time bar tender.

Somehow I can relate completely with that job change.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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