The joys of Industry

So, today I took a delivery to a woman in the Haight, what fun. Left-over hippies and such, but for the most part they are pretty cool. Anyway, she didn't have any money for the tip, so she gave me a blunt, which is useless to me, because number one I don't smoke and number 2 I wouldn't if I did because of seeing my kids.

So I took the joint to Sanjay, who knows how to get rid of stuff, and he uses his big ol nose to check it out. Then he turns red he's laughing so hard, because it turns out that the woman tipped me parsley rolled up in zig zag paper. Never been tipped parsley before, let alone parsley that disguised itself as marijajauna....


Anyway, that isn't the weirdest thing I have ever gotten. People feel really guilty if they don't have tip money, even people who are desperately poor. And when we deliver letters most of the time they are supeaonas, which sucks, because I've been on the bad end of that deal. The wierdest thing I ever got was a sculpture, at least the guy said it was a sculpture, basically it looked like a bunch of cigarette butts wrapped in chicken wire...in fact that's what it WAS. Try getting 2 foot chicken wire home on your bicycle. I was still married at the time, and the wife was NOT impressed. Of course, when the artist made a name for himself my weird tip turned into a 500.00 tip, and then the wife wasn't so mad....I got like 40 bucks out of it, and she got a new purse. Don't seem fair does it?

But, that's the way the marriage crumbles now isn't it.
I saw the boys yesterday. Dillon looks good, his two front teeth fell out and his telling me about the toof fairy made me laugh. Gabe doesn't look so good, says he doesn't like Ted, the guy his mom is shacking up with, but he says there isn't anything funky going on. I'm watching, though. Can never be too careful with your kids.