On Sat, 11 Jun 2011 14:11:13 -0700 (PDT), LarbGai >
wrote:

>***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
>classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
>
>When Bronson first moved to Vermont, I was working in a sporting
>goods
>store. He came in and wanted to buy a 'resident' hunting license. I
>refused to sell him one because he hadn't been a resident long enough
>to
>qualify, (6 months needed) and didn't have the required ID (a Vermont
>State ID or Driver's License.) I offered to sell him a 'non-resident'
>license but he refused. That license was much more expensive, of
>course,
>and as he had just purchased his Vermont home that month, (it was in
>all
>the newspapers,) 'he felt' that he was entitled to resident status.
>
>
>He went to another shop, bought a resident license, got nabbed by
>Fish
>and Game (who in Vermont, check the registers often,) to the tune of
>$5000 and loss of license. He blamed me for turning him in, (he was
>simply too stupid to realize that someone of his fame can't NOT get
>away
>with anything in a small 'town' like Vermont!) came back to my store
>and
>started a fist fight, not just a shouting match.
>
>
>Bronson was a scrappy son of a gun, but small, standing about 5'5" or
>so, and powerfully built. But in those days I was about 24 years old,
>teaching Kung-fu every night and fighting in tournaments on weekends.
>I
>stopped his attack, and delivered him out to the sidewalk. He came
>back
>the next day and started again. I put him outside again, telling him
>that if he tried again, I would call the police and have him charged
>with assault. He never returned to that store.
>
>
>A year later I was hired away by another shop to manage the camping,
>scuba, and mountaineering side of their business. Bronson came in
>with
>some friends, recognized me and started mouthing off (only) again. I
>ignored it. Then he demanded to be shown a spear gun, telling his
>friends that they would use it to spear trout in the river behind his
>house for dinner that night. I refused to sell him one, as spear
>fishing
>for trout is illegal in Vermont. He got huffy, and demanded to see
>the
>owner. I brought out the owner, who at first was delighted to have
>such
>a star in his shop, but quickly changed his tune after listening to
>the
>man. Bronson 'insisted' that I be fired on the spot. The owner turned
>to
>me and said "OK, your fired.

I was beginning to believe your little tale until... did the owner
really speak with that ridiculous Vermont, Alabama accent, y'all?


>But first throw this idiot out of my
>store!
>Then go get us some lunch. I'm hungry." I did both. Neither Bronson,
>nor
>his friends, ever returned to that shop. I continued to work there
>until
>I began my own business two years later.
>