woodworkingboy
TreeHouser
Yesterday after a dead Pine removal, my mate and I were driving home, I was following him on some new to me roads. It had been a blistering hot day. He pulls over at this kind of inconspicuous place, gets out and walks back to my truck. I only work with him on occasion. He says, "I like to stop here for a drink on my way home, what do you say"? I had to think about it for a minute, pretty much have a policy now about not drinking and driving, but I joined. A cool little place, a liquor store that serves and also dishes to go along with it. Some locals were sitting around, the only people that would go in there, and the proprietor and his old mom. Anyway, it was great, the two dishes, one a kind of smoked fish and the other what they call motsu, a chicken thing served with eggs that I love. Beer was real cold and the folks were very nice, we both could cool down. We each had a can of beer and a half. I could drive perfectly fine, and I've no doubt my friend could as well. Likely over the limit of breathalyzered.
I used to do the kind of thing regularly with the tree workers that took me on in the beginning, it was pretty much a given during an earlier time. The boss always paid. Now, you get your ass nailed for it as things have severely tightened up. I'd forgotten how it made for some comfort on the way home, I can really miss it. I guess I understand about drinking and driving laws, why they are in place, or maybe I don't. Just got to know when to stop.
I used to do the kind of thing regularly with the tree workers that took me on in the beginning, it was pretty much a given during an earlier time. The boss always paid. Now, you get your ass nailed for it as things have severely tightened up. I'd forgotten how it made for some comfort on the way home, I can really miss it. I guess I understand about drinking and driving laws, why they are in place, or maybe I don't. Just got to know when to stop.