Given that he and I both had Harrington's fuckwad owner, Jarleth O'Connor, as our psycho landlord for two years, I doubt that's gonna be the "H". Fuck, black tar HEROIN's made a more favorable impression on us both.
Scumbag that he was, he used to hire men from his home county to do his "moving" (one source of Harrington's cheaper furniture: demanding an additional payment after putting items in the truck and not letting them go until it was forked over) and then refuse to pay them what he'd promised, instead offering them a share in one of the rooms in the back of the buildings he owned. This led to its own fun, like the one overheard exchange on Sunday morning.
Jarleth (6'4', stocky, red-faced and bellowing): Séan! Séan! I know you're in there, Séan! You owe me a month's rent! Come out and face me like a man, Séan! Come out of there! Come out and come down here, Séan! You'd better come on down, Séan! (etc.)
Finally, after maybe half an hour of this, Séan leans out his window.
Séan: Jarleth, I'm not coming down until you drop the lead pipe.
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Scumbag that he was, he used to hire men from his home county to do his "moving" (one source of Harrington's cheaper furniture: demanding an additional payment after putting items in the truck and not letting them go until it was forked over) and then refuse to pay them what he'd promised, instead offering them a share in one of the rooms in the back of the buildings he owned. This led to its own fun, like the one overheard exchange on Sunday morning.
Jarleth (6'4', stocky, red-faced and bellowing): Séan! Séan! I know you're in there, Séan! You owe me a month's rent! Come out and face me like a man, Séan! Come out of there! Come out and come down here, Séan! You'd better come on down, Séan! (etc.)
Finally, after maybe half an hour of this, Séan leans out his window.
Séan: Jarleth, I'm not coming down until you drop the lead pipe.