What a rip-roaring conversation. Somehow my warped mind sees this anecdote from yesterday fitting here somewhere. It's Sunday afternoon. We're zipping down the four-lane known to some in North Georgia as the Alpharetta Autobahn. And I mumbled "That's gonna cost somebody big!" to which my wife says.... "huh?"
You see that truck? Read the name on it. That means someone had septic tank failure and had to call that guy out at Sunday rates!
Then she asked me the question I ponder every time I drive over the hills and through the woods from grandma's house to town: "How does someone end up with THAT JOB? Why would anybody go into that business?" (On the way to town I drive past "Banks Tanks"... a rather pleasant looking business site.) Which led to an interesting discussion as we dodged traffic into the big city.
If they can find people who are willing to walk away from sports on the TV on a Sunday afternoon to come to your house and "shovel the xxxx".... I'll wager there will still be people 20 years from today that feel the way I did 50 years ago: "Wow, look at the blinking lights. Listen to all that sound. LET ME IN!"
You see that truck? Read the name on it. That means someone had septic tank failure and had to call that guy out at Sunday rates!
Then she asked me the question I ponder every time I drive over the hills and through the woods from grandma's house to town: "How does someone end up with THAT JOB? Why would anybody go into that business?" (On the way to town I drive past "Banks Tanks"... a rather pleasant looking business site.) Which led to an interesting discussion as we dodged traffic into the big city.
If they can find people who are willing to walk away from sports on the TV on a Sunday afternoon to come to your house and "shovel the xxxx".... I'll wager there will still be people 20 years from today that feel the way I did 50 years ago: "Wow, look at the blinking lights. Listen to all that sound. LET ME IN!"