Originally posted by: skyking
Working at a customer's house today, behind a fence and gate. Two guys come up and try to engage me in conversation, and invite me to their church.
"I am working rght now, and can't talk to you in good conscience".
" you don't live there?"
"No"
They were gone in a flash. They only wanted coverts in thier district
At our house, I built a custom gate and installed a mighty mule gate opener, with remotes and a keypad.
I'd come home to find a little pamphlet or something from a local church, or find it on the way out. At times like that, I'd look at my wife and say with the best southern drawl,
"god bless our gate"