Well, yesterday’s post was a bit agro, even for me. Turns out I did not go on delivery after all, the apprentice must have done something bad in a past life because he was selected. Poor kid. Still, he’s a farm boy, they can take quite a bit of abuse. Of course they are also the type, when pushed too far, to just saunter outside and get the ‘pig-shootin’ rifle from behind the seat of the truck. But I’m sure we haven’t reached that point yet. Although, come to think of it, I got a lift home with him this afternoon and he had a tobacco tin full of hollow-point .22 shells on the floor. Being a polite sort, I don’t smoke in other people’s cars, which is good in this case, because there were more bullets in the ashtray. But I’m sure they’re just for ‘vermin and such’.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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