Here is a story some will find funny and others will not but it is true just the same.

I don’t know how three of wound up going out on deliveries but it was me my cousin Joey and Damien of course in one of his really interesting delivery trucks. It was an International box truck that used to be owned by a flower shop. It had a really big (say it with flowers) on each side with an image of a flower. It was pretty beat up but in tack and working. The truck was rusty and we were lucky it still had a drivers seat. We brought chairs to sit on to go with him on deliveries of used appliances. He was like Sanford and son of the alliance business.
So we set out on a really nice NY day from our shop on Drake ave in New Rochelle, going out on a delivery with him was always a long ordeal. Of course we need to stop for gas. Go back to the shop because he forgot something. Either me or my cousin Joey would have to stop and get cigarettes and of course borrow the money from him to get them.
Damien would have to stop at his favorite McDonald’s for a Quarter Pounder with cheese meal and everything was special because he said it was fresh that way. Fries no salt, extra pickles on the burger, with a large diet coke.
So one of the deliveries is a little GE refrigerator going to a really nice house in Pleasantville area, definitely upper middle class or better. The home owner comes out to greet us must have spotted the truck going round and round trying to find the house. The refrigerator is going in his garage as a second fridge for beer and wine.
Little does he know that this fridge came from Parkchestor apartments in the Bronx. My father bought dozens of them cleaned and painted them, made some money but at a price our shop became infested. Maybe the whole city of New Rochelle!
So we unload the fridge and put it in his garage, he paid cash, we plugged it in and put the hand truck back in delivery truck when a giant Bronx Cockroach came running out from the fridge.
Both my father and the home tried to get but they missed and now this fairly wealthy homeowner in a really nice house has a giant NYC Cockroach loose and he is pissed.
he wants his money back and the fridge out of his house.
So my father gives me and my cousin the meet you at the truck nod. Tells the home owner fine I will get the hand truck and walks over to the truck gets in starts the trucks and says hold on!
Then takes of as fast as that old clunker would move.
Of course me and my cousin are in a little shock but we were young and also thought it was funny.
So any one who knows my father knows when he is in a heightened mood he will get lost in his own neighborhood. And we proceed to zip around this really nice neighborhood like crazy people almost surely lost when we pass the home owners house again!!!!!
He is standing outside with the most unbelievable look of bewilderment on his face and he just raises his arms in the universal question (You gotta be kidding me) pose.
we made it out of the neighborhood laughed it off and went on the next delivery.
Another day in the life of Damien Murphy.