[The Flayed One]

As I posted before, in a short while I'm moving back to my beautiful Seattle. Let me tell you it's a relief. Those of you who live around here or have probably have some idea of what I'm talking about. For those of you who have never had to suffer through it, I'm going to give you a taste.

This thread will be Flayed's personal diary, cataloguing the last six months of hell I must suffer.

September 5th, 2006

The Tale of the Trash Heap Aviator

If you don't know it by now, I'm plant manager for a warehouse that does a lot of business sorting out returne goods for large companies, mainly autoparts. This causes quite the stir around the neighborhood, as people see our dumpster as a gold mine waiting to happen. There isn't a day that goes by without someone asking me about taking the dumped parts. I can see the gleam in their eyes, almost projecting visions of a new big screen TV to watch racing on as they rake in the money at the local flea market.

Of course, we can't let anyone have any parts; it's a contract job and that's the way the company we work for wants it. So after people realize that they can't just honestly ask for it and get what they want, in come the stories. I had no idea how many uses you could find for common auto parts. Just the other day, a toothless trucker begging for a set of brake cables went on and on about how great of oppossum & coyote snares they make.

So I've told you the above to tell you this. There's a gentleman who lives two houses away from where I work who has been bugging me with excuses on a constant basis. He's told me he needs the parts to fix cars, give to the local church (apparently Jesus severly needs a new exhaust manifold) and make sculptures out of. Today, however, blew me away.

I hadn't heard from him in a few weeks, and I've been busy enough to forget about him. Out of the blue his son-in-law calls me. I've had drinks with his son-in-law, we get along rather well. Apparently, he's had a new idea that he was sure would convince me to let him have free reign over our dumpster. The stinger: He needs the parts, and remember, these are car parts, mostly used, to build....




















....a HELICOPTER. That's right, he had his son-in-law call me at work during work hours to ask me if he could have returned autoparts to build a full sized, functional helicopter. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.