I returned home this morning from a lovely 5:30 a.m. Crossfit to find the GUIDOS truck-full-of-ladders
It’s 6:40 a.m., why are you guys here already? Ain’t no rest for the wicked. I had to honk and then the truck moved. Pretty easy…but still…it’s the principle of the matter.
The Guidos think they run this block, that they can park wherever they want and jackhammer whenever suits them. It’s Friday morning, Gueeds…go get some breakfast tacos and come to work at 8:30 like a self-respecting San Antonian would.
I have only one message for The Guido Brothers: Get Out!