Jan 25, 2012
Pat Dab's lock on local commercial property played into my plan of digging into the underbelly of Nountown's power structure. But I needed a little diversion to clear a path. A cock-and-bull story about a place I might be interested in. So I'd be Lenny Friday, an old friend he just met and could barely remember. I slicked my hair back and found a Hawaiian shirt to make him think I was ready to party. Again. When I parked in front of Pat Dab Properties, I saw him by the window waiting for me. When I got out of the car, Dab disappeared until he greeted me at the door with his trusty companion and aide-de-camp, Flip Gap.
"Is this Lenny Friday?" said the little broker's little buddy.
"I don’t know, you tell me."
"So you're a sailor, Mr. Friday?"
"I've been known to ride the waves."
"Well, you look like a surfer today! It must be casual Friday!"
"Everyday," I said.
"Flip knows all the intimate details about the 345 Peatmoss property," said Dab.
"We like to say that a building has more to offer than four walls and a ceiling," Gap said.
"Especially if the walls have ears," I said.
"And if they could talk," said Gap.
"Then I could negotiate directly with them, couldn't I? Cut you guys out of the deal."
"Nobody cuts Pat Dab out of a deal, right Pat?"
"Nobody who's lived to tell about it," Pat Dab added.
"Ha!" said Flip.
"Flip, I want you to show Mr. Friday around. Not just the site he's interested in."
"Just don't just show me the museums," I said.
"We don't have any museums."
"A few historic markers. You don't mind those, do you?"
"No, I like historic markers. Read 'em and weep, I like to say. I mean, it's always because somebody got killed there, right? Maybe someone who tried to cut you out of the deal."
"Ha! This guy's gonna be fun to work with, Pat. You're going to be fun to work with."
"Thank Dab it's Friday, Flip."
"Huh? Oh, right! Right!"