...coming through here. Oil drivers, hard goods, soil, plant material. Tractor trailers. Straight trucks. The big name vendor delivery services. All types and shapes and sizes.

Guy comes down from a grower in NJ early this AM bringing us some poinsettia cuttings. He's real early, no problem but, no one was here yet to direct him.

Now, our place is pretty simple. A house, chicken coop, car port with 6,000 motorcycles, big red barn, big white barn with attendant barn yard and...a greenhouse. A gutter connected 67,500 square foot greenhouse. A nearly TWO ACRE GREENHOUSE. Suffice it to say, it's not hidden.

So, my hero is down...in the barnyard. Merrily off loading our stuff onto some carts we have stored down there. I stroll out, 'good morning' and he's like "Hi." Nervous right away because, obviously, the barn yard MIGHT not be where this stuff goes.

I'm like "What say we put these carts back on your truck and go up that little driveway there to that little 12' by 14' garage door with the loading dock and the greenhouse thingy attached to it?"

He's like "I ain't putting this back on the truck."

I'm like "Yeah, you are because that's where the rest of the load goes."

He's starting to see how all this works and tries a save "OK. well, we'll figure it out..."

I didn't say "It's already figured out. Whether you catch up or not is an open question..."

He asks an otherwise pertinent question; "You got a fork lift?" as he's standing on his lift gate, having already taken down several of his carts to off load onto my carts..."

I kinda chuckle, look at him and say "Sure, pal. Whatever you need."

So, he asks me if I want him to back up or pull up to the greenhouse.

I look around the barnyard which is big enough to do a tractor trailer rodeo and then at his 26' straight truck and say "Whatever you are most comfortable with, bud."

So, he gets a nice four point turn going and makes it ALL the way up the 100' to the greenhouse and starts working on his next maneuver, an advanced move we call 'backing up to the dock'.

His poor truck is a buckin' amd a kickin' and a snortin' and I start reflecting on whether my good friends at this greenhouse, excellent growers, ever give much thought to what happens to their transmissions and clutches when they turn them loose with some of these people.

He finally gets situated oh, about 3/4's of a truck width wide of the door and just about lined up on my spray ring that I just knew was far enough out of ANYONES way. So, I start waving him to stop. He keeps coming. I start waving with both arms and, finally, it appears he's using a mirror! AND, AND has figured out how it works! I direct him to start over and come back a tad more in the door frame. He tries. He really did and, well, close enough is close enough.

So, after watching him nearly flip a cart, all around act like he has never done this before in his life, and he asks if all is good, which it is, and then, oddly, he comments "So, no negative report?", I assure him all is well as long as the plants are, and they are, I then direct him to this ENORMOUS driveway in the middle of a wide open field, the one his truck is parked and lined right up to, the one he neglected to use so he could come down the house driveway, a far more formidable challenge (I'll have to see if the phone pole is still out front) our hero says "Oh, I can go out the way I came in..." and I reassure him that the straight shot, right in front of his face, big enough to bring the Space Shuttle down it, is the play, here. Satisfied, he asks if he can, I am not making this up "Pee pee" in the weeds. To which I say "Sure. We PISS on the far end of the dumpster there if you wouldn't mind..." I half expected him to drop trou and squat.

:tap:

Of note, of interest here, is that this guy is a natural for grocery store manager or some other nervous, ticky kind of occupation. About 50 or so. He was totally out of his element with lift gates, how things work...driving. Not a blue collar or working man bone in this guys body. It's just interesting to see how bad the economy is when a guy like this is doing a job like that. More interesting still that a fellow grower would choose this guy over someone more...suited.

In any event, never a dull day at 6am out at the poesy patch and never a bad time to observe and comment on interesting goings on of the world.

Was his name Murphy?

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Of note, of interest here, is that this guy is a natural for grocery store manager or some other nervous, ticky kind of occupation. About 50 or so. He was totally out of his element with lift gates, how things work...driving. Not a blue collar or working man bone in this guys body. It's just interesting to see how bad the economy is when a guy like this is doing a job like that.




must be the Shop Steward ......... [ya know never on the road]

Why is this in politics?

Interesting, and somewhat amusing, but it should be in Chit Chat.


( Wanted to play the part of forum police to see how it feels.)

Why is this in politics?

Interesting, and somewhat amusing, but it should be in Chit Chat.


( Wanted to play the part of forum police to see how it feels.)

Well, occifer, it's *hic* like this; this is a story about *hic*, basically, the economy. The economy, as you well know, *hic* is about as political as it gets these day. Ergo, (or, is it Yugo?) a story about some misapplied 'talent' is, in essence, a political *hic* story.

I thought I did a pretty good job for it being the first day of my new career..





Though have to admit, I don't think I've EVER used the term pee-pee even when in deep potty training discussions with one year olds..