Years ago I was working as a sub and was sent out to clear for a sandmound all the way out in the middle of Upper Nowhere Bucks County. The area for the mounds were marked and we were told not to disturb the ground WHATSOEVER. The Bawss just hired these 2 muscle headed juicers from Northeast Philly with tatoes on their necks. Well, at least i thought they had necks, it was hard to tell. They were in their early 20's, talked only bull####, didn't know nothing, couldn't accomplish anything without a fight or a tantrum. They would follow me around telling me about their expertise and how many little girls they could round up. I guess I was mildly ammused.
First thing after the bawss leaves the " little " one walks up and grabs my 026. I put up a small argument but I wasn't going to shoot the dumbass over this and that is what I would of had to do to stop him so off he goes into the bush leaving me with my smoke and coffee.
A few rpms later a tree crashes onto the sandmound and he limps out, jeans shreaded bleeding like a SOB from a cut just above his knee but not talking anymore bull####. I whip out my big Gerber, he thinks I am going to finish him off and is now getting a little nervous. I help him up on the tailgate and cut the rest of his pant leg off and break out first aid. Good thing he was so thick cause after cleaning him up the cut was only meat deep. I got it closed up with a few butterflies and covered it with a Kotex, put him in the passenger seat and just happened to have a lollipop which I gave him. He asked me why I was being so nice to him after he was such a #######, I explained the alternative and calmly asked him to just sit there and be cool. After that day I never saw him again.
His buddy, the real big one, stayed on for a few more days until he ran a tree truck into a Camaro while talking on his cell phone. He had challenged me also one morning in the yard over some fantasy his mind made up. I tried to secede, I even apoligized for something i didn't even do. I don't know what he was talking about but he wouldn't let it go and kept coming. I could see the crazy in his eyes. I think the guy was pretty dumb to, i mean who brings their fists to a chainsaw fight? Really, this guy comes up to me while I am putting a saw together on my tailgate. There's axes, chains, saws, ####ing 30/30 hanging right there. I am glad the steroids and his ego didn't completely take over his brain and he was able to make the good choice. Yes, i could have danced around this meathead and just let him beat himself up. No, I am not stupid enough to get into a fistfight with anybody, big or small, for any reason.
A few days later the stump grinder guy, your average normal person, shows me his big ass .44 revolver and told me Roid Boy made him uneasy enough to wonder the same things i did. The company was full of severe hardcases but we all got along and did our jobs, looked out for each other. Sometimes a groundy would freak out but that's to be expected. Mainly you can just cook em a hot dog and tell em its going to be allright. Those other two nuts thoguht were of a very different breed but in the end, well, it took a bit of work but they realized they weren't.
I did lend my 026 to the 28 year old landscraper kid around the corner just last week. He called me and said the chain froze up. I went over and saw no oil in it, only gas. He told me he did in fact put oil in it. I told him that I knew what I was getting into when I lent him the saw and no matter what he did to break it I wouldn't have been mad but since he lied to me about it our relationship was over and not to bother me anymore. Again, the kid's ego pushed him on so he starts getting loud, I don't know what he was saying, I was allready gone.