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I used to live on the West coast of our country ( Vancouver to be exact) and had a few friends that worked for an armored car service called Loomis, you might have heard about them or have seen their yellow trucks all over the place but what you might not know is that they have two divisions the first being the armored car services and the second being a courier company. One night I ended up at this really interesting fellow's house party ( the guy was so bitter with the local bylaws and his idiotic bothersome partying neighbors that he did some research and found out that in the city of Vancouver you were allowed to have one chicken and one rooster per household...how or why he did this research is beyond my scope of comprehension) anyways standing in his backyard drinking a few watching these so called pets running around thinking to myself that although it was only beer, I might have had one too many cause being from the city I have never even seen a chicken unless it was frozen and from the food mart. I struck up an interesting conversation with a new found inebriated friend. He told me that he worked for the loomis company, I thought that was cool so I asked him where his gun was as a joke and he replied under the front seat of his car......Ok..... I didn't deliberate on that one but moved on, myself looking for a job asked him some questions and his answers were quite forthcoming , he told me that if ever he shot someone on the job( which he was looking forward to doing) there was a 10 000$ bonus + 6 months off.... Wow I told him not bad....He even offered to let me go shoot the damn chicken with his 38 revolver. I thanked him but refused the offer ( I hadn't drank enough to let that kind of situation happen..), eventually I asked him how much he got paid an hour and to my surprise he received 12$ an hour, I was amazed at how little he received and realized that getting shot or having to shoot someone for 12$ an hour wasn't my cup of tea. By now other people started to show up in the yard and I excused myself to chat with other folk and again I met this other guy who worked for loomis but the loomis courier transport company ( same mother corporation just different divisions) and again went over what he did, how hard he worked...and the obvious one....how much he got paid..... check this out, the guy got 15$ an hour I couldn't believe it I had to ask if he had a gun to which he replied absolutely not, it was the equivalence of Fedex or something. I had to introduce these two people cause my conclusion was mind boggling....The guy who transports the money could die at any moment and was paid less than the guy who delivered mail.... I could not fathom this logic, the money delivery guy realized it and got so upset and he was quite drunk that he wanted to go to the car and get his gun to shoot a chicken, he was persuaded to forgo that ambitious thought. I seem to recall that by then everyone in the party either wanted to shoot or eat the chicken and his male counterpart. Well also by then my mate was getting a little nervous due to drunk guys chasing that damn chicken around the yard and asked me to leave to which I did not object.
The next day I found out that no gun shots went off yet the chicken was missing and the money carrier quit his job but kept the gun, that was the last time I had heard from him but I still kept reading the paper everyday to see if at one point there might have been an article about some disgruntled (postal worker) employee somewhere going....you guessed it...POSTAL.
Eventually the guy who had the party bought another chicken (5$) and it became his best friend even sleeping in the house on cold nights....Welcome to Van!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
