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Well, now that I have your attention...
It's amazing, the things you find picking ditches. Some of them really make you wonder... A KY Jelly box beside used duct tape. Broken tea pots. CDs and tapes. The packaging from frozen bacon.
Now, that last one may seem rather normal at first, just garbage, but... Where did the bacon go? Were they frying it in the car or eating it raw?
There was your usual assortment of signs, tissues and wrappers, car and tractor tires, maps, pornography, pop cans, and alcohol bottles.
There was also used condom-viagra-viagra-unused condom-birth control pills spread throughout the day. Which is only really amusing if you realize that we were picking against traffic, so the order of those would be reversed.
A word to the wise: Never read anything you find in a ditch. If you think that it will probably be the text that all the physics pages were coming from, or the rest of the airliner manual, it will not be. It will be a book of 'Sexy Letters'. And if you turn over a card to see who it belongs to, it will have very explicit sexual instructions on the back.
All of us worked for about ten hours. Our group is edging on done. We came from the second town, and we only have about three miles left. The other two groups are only about half done. It's not that our ditches are cleaner to start out with. Just that we came up with a better system and worked consistently throughout the day. Not that we didn't goof around, just that we worked while doing it. Playing hot potatoe with (unbroken) beer bottles happens to be a very good way to get them to the side of the road so that the people in the truck can pick them up.
They wanted us to wear long pants and long-sleeved shirts. We started out in them, but it hit more than 30C, without a breeze to be seen, so we kind of regressed into t-shirts with the sleeves up. Guys, of course, don't need to wear shirts. Which seems slightly unfair when it comes to heat, but...
We're going to finish off Monday after school.
In other news: The dance went well, our year end concert also did, the track meet was less than stellar, band testing is on Monday, and I have less than two weeks to write 25 pages of original work. I wrote a fic, but I somehow don't think our teacher would be that big on it...
It's amazing, the things you find picking ditches. Some of them really make you wonder... A KY Jelly box beside used duct tape. Broken tea pots. CDs and tapes. The packaging from frozen bacon.
Now, that last one may seem rather normal at first, just garbage, but... Where did the bacon go? Were they frying it in the car or eating it raw?
There was your usual assortment of signs, tissues and wrappers, car and tractor tires, maps, pornography, pop cans, and alcohol bottles.
There was also used condom-viagra-viagra-unused condom-birth control pills spread throughout the day. Which is only really amusing if you realize that we were picking against traffic, so the order of those would be reversed.
A word to the wise: Never read anything you find in a ditch. If you think that it will probably be the text that all the physics pages were coming from, or the rest of the airliner manual, it will not be. It will be a book of 'Sexy Letters'. And if you turn over a card to see who it belongs to, it will have very explicit sexual instructions on the back.
All of us worked for about ten hours. Our group is edging on done. We came from the second town, and we only have about three miles left. The other two groups are only about half done. It's not that our ditches are cleaner to start out with. Just that we came up with a better system and worked consistently throughout the day. Not that we didn't goof around, just that we worked while doing it. Playing hot potatoe with (unbroken) beer bottles happens to be a very good way to get them to the side of the road so that the people in the truck can pick them up.
They wanted us to wear long pants and long-sleeved shirts. We started out in them, but it hit more than 30C, without a breeze to be seen, so we kind of regressed into t-shirts with the sleeves up. Guys, of course, don't need to wear shirts. Which seems slightly unfair when it comes to heat, but...
We're going to finish off Monday after school.
In other news: The dance went well, our year end concert also did, the track meet was less than stellar, band testing is on Monday, and I have less than two weeks to write 25 pages of original work. I wrote a fic, but I somehow don't think our teacher would be that big on it...
