Have you ever had to put up with somebody who you don't really care for hanging around the garage while you're trying to get some serious work done on your truck? It's pretty aggravating ain't it?

Well, I'm not so sure exactly how long it's been going on, but there's been this scraggly lookin' old man hanging out in my garage and he's beginning to get on my nerves. I have no idea who he is, where he came from, or what it is he wants. But I sure as heck didn't invite him. All I know is he just showed up one day and he's been waltzing in and out ever since – moving my tools to where I can't find 'em, knocking my camera outta focus, and smudging the print in my truck magazines so I can hardly read 'em.

He's a clever old coot, too. He manages to keep outta sight for the most part, but every once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of the door glass of my pickup. And sometimes when I'm lookin' in the '57's outside mirror checking to see if I have a gob of grease on my face there he is hogging the mirror with his wrinkled old face blockin' mine. And when I yell at him he just yells back.

I'll tell ya, if this guy's gonna continue hanging around the garage the least he could do is offer to do a bit of work on the truck or toss a few bucks toward the rent, but no. Every once in a while I'll find a crumpled up dollar bill in my shop jacket pocket or find some loose change on the work bench, but that's nothing. In fact, lately I've been getting the feeling he's following me even outside the garage. I could have sworn I saw him the other day in the reflection of the ATM machine. I think this guy's starting to steal from me too. Yep, every time I take a couple of hundred outta the ATM only a few days go by and it's all gone. I can only surmise that the old coot's pilfering my parts money.

Hell, you'd think the guy would use some of that cash to buy some Grecian Formula or something for those ugly wrinkles for cripes sake. And it ain't just money he's stealing either. My beer seems to be disappearing at an alarming rate too. He better be careful though – lately I've been noticing he's got quite a beer belly quivering over his belt.

But now I've had it, the grumpy old coot's gone too far. Just the other day he followed me to the DMV when I had to get my driver's license renewed. Just when the lady was about to take my picture, the guy jumped right in front of me. Hell, nobody's gonna believe that the picture of that old man is me.

I'll tell ya, if this guy's gonna continue hanging around the garage the least he could do is offer to do a bit of work on the truck or toss a few bucks toward the rent, but no.