How To Braid
One of the long lasting lessons from working construction cleanup was how to braid extension cords. I still do it.
One of the long lasting lessons from working construction cleanup was how to braid extension cords. I still do it.
We made a ton of cash working all the overtime, but it sucked going to work all day every day. Our boss Larry was a complete idiot. Like clockwork, every Friday, we would ask if we had to work Saturday, and he would repeat his mantra. What we were really asking is if Saturday would be irregular, I guess. We were always hoping to “hear otherwise.” We never did.
Meanwhile, back in civilization, my best friend was working at a summer job. He convinced me to come down and work with him. The only hitch was that I didn’t own a car. So, my uncle had to drive me down, with all my worldly possessions.
As a side note, I didn’t get a driver’s license until I was 18. I didn’t have a car and saw no point in having a license to drive nothing. But, I did learn how to drive with a Mercedes. I learned how to drive a stick shift in a dump truck (after asking my friend’s dad how to do so and then got in the truck and drove off).
There really is a town in northern Idaho called Athol. The joke is that they wanted to change the name to Anuth. My parents lived in an even smaller “town” near Athol.
My “girlfriend” worked at a small amusement park and was dating one of the other carnies.
I could never catch a break in the romance department. My first girlfriend’s parent paid her to date other guys. The string of rejections I collected over the years is amazing. Some were really good!
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