NIGHT OF THE LIVING DAY
Today was the longest day in the history of the world. (even including daylight savings time) It's the day that just wouldn't DIE. I had to take a shotgun and blow it's head off before it stopped eating people.
Translation: We worked from 6AM to 9PM in Muskoka. We get paid wages for the travel time, but it's still pretty crazy. At least blackfly season is over, because the last time we went up there, we got eaten alive. I'm excited to see my paycheque for the week.
Story of the day (as told by my mom):
Today my dog starts barking and my mom realizes some guy is walking up and down our driveway (it's long). She goes out to see what's up and he says "uh, sorry... I didn't know anyone lived here". So she walks away and realizes that as he's leaving, he's picking stuff out of the long grass beside the driveway. It's our asparagus and he's got a GIANT LOAD of them that he's picked (and still picking). So my mom drives out to confront him, he throws all of the asparagus into a van, which drives off without him. She freaks out at him and he starts walking into the field, like nothing's happening even as my mom is screaming and threatening to call the police. It turnes out that he picked EVERY last piece of asparagus, so now we have none. It was an elaborate plan, probably thought up by the construction workers down the street. No respect for other people's property. That guy should have been lynched by wild goats.
Bunch of savages in this town...
Translation: We worked from 6AM to 9PM in Muskoka. We get paid wages for the travel time, but it's still pretty crazy. At least blackfly season is over, because the last time we went up there, we got eaten alive. I'm excited to see my paycheque for the week.
Story of the day (as told by my mom):
Today my dog starts barking and my mom realizes some guy is walking up and down our driveway (it's long). She goes out to see what's up and he says "uh, sorry... I didn't know anyone lived here". So she walks away and realizes that as he's leaving, he's picking stuff out of the long grass beside the driveway. It's our asparagus and he's got a GIANT LOAD of them that he's picked (and still picking). So my mom drives out to confront him, he throws all of the asparagus into a van, which drives off without him. She freaks out at him and he starts walking into the field, like nothing's happening even as my mom is screaming and threatening to call the police. It turnes out that he picked EVERY last piece of asparagus, so now we have none. It was an elaborate plan, probably thought up by the construction workers down the street. No respect for other people's property. That guy should have been lynched by wild goats.
Bunch of savages in this town...