CRThomas
ArboristSite Guru
I sell bundled firewood most of my customers are old people. They wantme to set and listen while they complain about some wood chucked that cheated them with wet wood short of what they pay for I tell them I dont mike or drink but they think I need to drink a beer with them and then drive 20 miles home. One beer gets me drunk. One lady told me about the firewood man befor me he backed up in my garage he couldn't turn the truck of because it wouldn't start and it smoke to high heaven and he stunk to high heavier and he still had breakfast in his beard. I told her I was sorry but they are my low life owns people and that is southern Illinois for you. She said she glad I ain't that way she said scary. (later)