It appears that Trailer Tom has been transported across town!
True, his trailer was no Taj Majal, but it tempted us toward the timely traits
of attentiveness and tight-fistedness with treasuries.
It transmitted a touch of yesteryear's industrialistic tenets...
Even though I have never been to visit the inside of your trailer, I am still a huge fan
of yours. The reason I can't go inside your trailer is because I was a child of the 70s and 80s, those days when the pictures of missing children on our milk cartons served as solemn warnings of stranger danger. Because I don't know you, I can't go in your trailer...not because I am afraid of you, but because I'm afraid of my mother. Even though I am 40,
my mother would still whoop me good if I entered the trailer of a man I didn't know.
I am an overly cautious person and I worry about many things that never come to be. This, coupled with my overactive imagination disorder, has me wondering about many things, even you. For example, I wonder if you have a daughter that you might pass the business on to someday. If you do, and if she too has a name that starts with a t, such as Tina, I suggest you don't put the name Trailer before her name, despite the appealing alliteration.
I fear that you are the only guy who can pull off the name.
So long, Trailer Tom! It's a huge disappointment that they've forced you to move. I hope that people will be by to see you over on Highway 99 out by the hospital. I hope they buy out your whole inventory. It's a tough economy and I think that you probably did better business by the Vet's Hall due to the supervisors visiting your trailer during their breaks.
I am hopeful that the city leaves your sign right where it is because it helps the efforts so many are making to turn our town into a tourist destination point.
I think that in the end, the city will be sorry for doing this to you. This winter when they're cold, they'll shiver and rethink their decision as they recall the days you offered furry blankets with mustangs, fairies, and football teams on them. When they run out of movies to watch, they'll wish they had one of your DVDs. When our town is completely devoid of any entrepreneurial spirit and unique hometown charm, they'll wish you were back.
Yep, just wait. They'll be sorry.
I fear they'll never learn...first they blew Celebrity City and now they've blown this.
I fear they'll never learn...first they blew Celebrity City and now they've blown this.
What's next?
