why not both? i love hearing stories from you
“Uh. Okay then. I guess my worst job was one of the side gigs I did as a kid. I was doing them for money to help Lance growing up, along with... some other stuff. But uh. Being desperate means you’ll do some stuff that’s not the most fun. Like push-mowing lawns in a hundred and ten degree Texas heat and stuff. But anyways, this one guy wanted me to clear his shed of all the boxes and tools he had in storage for twenty bucks. Which sounds like a great price to a kid!
“...Except his shed was filled with black widows and a very pissed opossum that I had to scare off. And everything was covered in mold and mildew for some reason? Like it got rained on and then just shoved in there or something. So it was all slimy and gross, and there was probably about five hours of work getting out all the boxes. It was really hot too, so I kept getting smeared with the stuff.. and he had kids who were from school, so they kept saying stuff. Teasing me when he wasn’t there. Little punks. But then one of them thought it’d be funny to drop some marbles on the little concrete path I was walking back and forth on. And I couldn’t see from holding boxes soooo I slipped on them. Cracked my head on the concrete pretty hard, and all the boxes landed on me so I got covered in mold.
“I pushed to still go though, and got them all where he wanted them, I let him know. He just complained about how long it took and handed me the twenty. I went home, washed myself like twelve times, took care of my head as best i could, and I’m pretty sure I burned those clothes. Never did anything for that guy again, that’s for sure.”