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Jim Follett <[log in to unmask]>
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Helluva year so far.

-----Original Message-----
From: The listserv that doubts.
[mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Gabriel
Orgrease
Sent: Thursday, October 04, 2007 6:13 PM
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Subject: Re: [BP] kens bathroom

The scream scene was actually out in the garden where everyone could 
hear it. I never swore at the guy. I never said anything bad about him 
during the entire match. I said bad things about me that he had to get 
on the active-defensive that he did not think I was an F-up, as I 
strongly suggested, tho I told him he sure acted like it was what he 
thought. Eventually I figured out what button to push and he ran away. 
And I mean, HE RAN away. A bit later he came back out and said, "I want 
to work with you." I was ready to walk. After that I think we 
established some grounds between us and he was like a kitten for the 
remainder of the project. I like the guy despite that everyone seems to 
have reasons not to. [I like my dog too despite that today when I got 
home I was closing the gate and was turned away from the house and he 
ran out from the open front door, charged into me and bit my ass... not 
knowing it was me. The canvas pants are tough!] I have my own theories 
as to the sanity of our client. But what I will not say on BP I will 
talk about at the IPTW. The neighbor kids took to throwing rocks at 
us... though I thought they were aiming for the Porsche... no, they were 
trying to hit us with rocks while we worked in the garden. And the 
Chinese plumbers kept pissing in plastic bottles and leaving them all 
around in places in the building. One afternoon the client found one of 
the bottles while we were talking on the 4th floor. He threw it off the 
terrace into the nearby construction site (after hours) where it bounced 
off the construction fence out onto the sidewalk and then out into the 
street. "That is where it belongs," he said. A girl walking toward it 
along the sidewalk while it bounced off in front of her looked up and 
smiled at us like she thought we were flirting with her. It could have 
burst. Sometimes the world is just plain full of crazy people. Then 
there was the scene with the fork lift and moving the car that had 
parked in front of the driveway -- moving it across the street and 
leaving it in front of the hydrant.

][<
> Hey maybe we could get the owner to come to re -enact  the bathroom 
> :scream scene
> was he wearing a robe? I worked on the St.Regis renovation (as it 
> certainly wasn't a restoration ) and as my poor mother  as a weekend 
> resident use to call me from the king Cole bar there  in the late 50's 
> 60's  I thereby would take my lunch there upon here memory  Py
>

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