stainedecho

So, I'm sitting around at home and I get a call at around 11:00am. I hear "Is this Nate "THE SKATE?". I smiled, cause I knew it was my Uncle Tom on the other end of the phone. He runs a Private Investigation business down in New Albany. He says he's got a small job for me if I want to help him out. I say, "Sure, if it's not too dangerous. Shoot." He says that he's gotta serve a subpeona up in Bloomington tomorrow and he needs someone to do a little reconn to see if the person being served lives at the address he has. He gives me the address and tells me to go over there and see what's up and then call him back and make a report. Tells me to take note of how many miles I traveled and how long it took me. I tell him I'll get back to him in an hour or so.

I head out to this location, which is on S. Grant and do the scouting mission. The person lives in Bell Trace, so if the mailbox wasn't marked I coulda harassed American Sunbelt a little. Fortunately, the mailbox was marked. The information my Uncle had obtained was correct. I made some mental notes and got the hell out of there. I should have brought a long a cardboard box for a goof, but didn't. Called my Uncle back, told him I skated on over there and gave him the low-down. He thanked me and asked how much he owed me and I said I didn't really know, but I told him how many miles I traveled and that it took me about 20 minutes. He said, "Sounds like an hour to me!" I said that sounded great. He said he was coming up tomorrow early to serve the guy and that if he had some time to kill and I was up he might buy me a breakfast. If not, then he'd drop the check in the post office up here.