The guy who does maintenance on our building, Gene, just threw me under a truck. Another tenant here, Gary, has all of these barrels stacked up in the parking lot (see pic below) and he sells them on Craigslist. So this Russian guy is outside by the barrel pile pestering Gene about buying barrels and Gene points at me and says "ask that guy, he knows more than I do." Then this Russian dude starts getting after me- it went a little something like this (imagine Russian accent):
Russian: I want barrels, I see barrels on Craigslist.
Me: You have to talk to Gary.
Russian: Where is Gary?
Me: I don't know, I don't have anything to do with him.
Russian: Gary is gone so now you are boss. Sell me barrels.
Me: I don't want to have anything to do with the barrels. They're not mine.
Russian: I give you cash, I take barrels. You give to Gary. Better: you keep cash, no problem.
Me: Sorry, can't do it. You'll have to get Gary's number from the Craigslist ad.
Russian: Is it number for Portland Design on building?
Me: No, you have to get the number from the Craigslist ad.
Russian: I have no time, I need barrels now.
Me: Sorry, I don't have anything to do with them.
Russian: I give you money and take barrels. No problem...
You get the idea. He just wouldn't give up and I eventually had to walk away while he called after me. Next time I'm just gonna sell the barrels and put the cash in the beer fund.
