When I was 16 my high school hired me as a tutor to teach math and administer tests to home bound students (for medical reasons or kids who were expelled). My school paid me $15 an hour and I could come and go off campus as I pleased. Not bad for a high school kid.

1 pint for Barton, 1 for me. God that one hurt the next morning.

Over near what's now Aspen. But Paul and his wife both swore to it. Velma swore that when he got home that night, it was the first thing he told her after walking in. But he was a dry witted type that could nail almost anyone. A bit cantankerous as well. But he took me to places in western CO that were really beautiful and grand, and I doubt that many knew how to get to those places.

that's the stylin guy you are :) keep it cerebral but understand the rest of us, will do the dirty jobs

yikes

ah, zen you made that up. and I was backpacking in that place you are making a joke about. probably up by Crestone. and the tools are wearing stupid knitted caps. and smokin and we just walk on by and hike the mountain above them

2 PINTS?! ok, Gallic shrug, I can do anything too.
LOL omg, we all could do a joss whedon series. and we'd jettison him if he could not work with us. :)))))))

You don't hang on anyone's coattails, k.

Somebody has to clean up the poop. It paid rather handsomely ;)

ah, j. it is such a treat to hang on your coattails

ah. luckily, you are my hero. that's way better :)

The truth is that I'd have paid them to let me do it, NMA! It was a great job, and I was blessed to have had it. I wasn't a hero...but I had the priveledge of serving with a great number of men who were.

I don't know for a fact, but I've heard they come in three sizes; small, medium and OMG.

My Father-in-law was a Basque Sheepman in Colorado supervising a number of herders in camps throughout the mountains. Those guys would stay up there all summer, with Paul visiting each every two weeks with fresh supplies and their mail. One delivery was a plain paper wrapped package. While Paul was sitting by the fire drinking a cup of coffee, the herder hurriedly unwrapped his package, looked inside, pulled out a sheet of paper. He then told Paul he couldn't read and asked Paul to read it to him. Much to Paul's surprise, it was a blowup girlfriend with appropriate accouterments. He just said, 'What the Hell' and went through the instructions and entire process with the herder. He said it even had cleaning instructions and a little patch kit for leaks.

Paul had never imagined himself learning what he did that afternoon. I wonder what you had to learn, Alex? Well, maybe not. LOL

+1 for the Deadwood nod

My very first job in the Navy fresh out of boot camp was to clean the Officer's Head. I thought no problem, that won't take very long or be hard. Then the Chief explained that I had to stay in that little two holer plus two urinals all day. I had to greet the Officer's when they came in, stand out of the way-then when he was done, immediately clean the toilet or urinal he had just used.

Reading db's comment reminded me of my Grandmother having a leg, up to mid-thigh, amputated. My Uncle decided that the leg needed to be buried in Grandma's grave plot so that when she passed, it would be there waiting for her. He assigned the job to his oldest son and me. After 2 pints of whiskey, around midnight, in a small, old, country cemetery way out in the middle of some Arkansas fields, there we were, drunker than hell, two shovels getting down to six feet, burying the leg. We didn't even try to get home after, just slept in the car till morning. A really awful hangover to wake up to, covered in dirt and mud, we made it back to my cousin's house. Neither of us would talk to my Uncle for the next six months.

LOVE it! ah, alex, lol

That was you?

I had this lousy job running a small business in the face of more and more taxation and regulation. Oh wait...that's what I do now. I guess my worst was washing a guy's cars every weekend when I was in college. He was nice but clearly thought I was lower on the social hierarchy than he was.

Here's a song for you, Alex 😏😜
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=00zuDUNTeX...

That's the best answer!! Wow, you must have a stern constitution for that. Whew!

I have seen my share of weird stuff. I also was a proofreader for a court reporting firm in DC, and because we did the hearings in the Pentagon, GSA, and on The Hill, I had a security clearance of a high level. I also had a Karmann Ghia at the time which once belonged to a General. He never took off his parking permits which included his rank, so I used to get saluted until I figured out why. I then dispatched the stickers to the waste bin...

oh, I laugh when you come in and aren't serious. but I also get your serious too, uncommon

ha! salty dog-give us one nailbiting story. I know you have a portfolio of those-

awe, non mooch-the life you have lead for such a polite lady who packs :)

When I had my biofuels business, we had jobs to convert chicken poop and cow poop into usable energy to power the corresponding farms, but Uncommon Sense beats me on this one because we didn't win the contract for cleaning up pig poop.

If you hate those postcards saying "This house just listed or sold in your neighborhood.", one of my former bosses had the idea and hired me to implement it back before computers were personal. We turned his Century 21 office into the highest selling office in the US. It was an honor to work for a producer of the highest order.