On Jun 12, 4:17*am, Chemo the Clown > wrote:
> On Jun 11, 2:11*pm, LarbGai > wrote:
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> > ***** For any newcomers and a reminder to the old timers. One of the
> > classic, all time great Kramer yarns.
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> > 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.
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> > 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.
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> > 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.
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> > 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. 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.
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HEY Chemo )
Mind you own business and not poke nose in here OK?
Nobuko Kramer