A guy once worked for me, his name was Warren......Oh wait, lets call him Mike to protect his identity. :rolleyes:
We were working at a New York City garbage incinerator. The place was filthy, I mean even the 6" deep piles of maggots you worked in were filthy, every one of them.
Anyway, Mike would come to work wearing dirty clothes, then he would change into different dirty clothes to work in and put on the original dirty clothes to go home in.
Mike used to drive me home sometimes and the first time I got in his car was an adventure.
It was an old Bonneville and I sat in the seat that wasn't repaired with duct tape, it was actually "made" of duct tape. Mike told me his dog ate the seats.
So before he starts the engine, he hands me a bucket.
I said, What is this for? He said it is going to rain and the roof will leak into your lap.
Then he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a light switch, the same type of switch that you turn on your home lights with and switches it on to put the lights on.
We start home and I am getting dizzy. I say, "Mike, I think I am going to die".
He tells me, Oh I forgot, the exhaust leaks into the car under your seat so he gives me a hasmat mask that we wear on the job because of the sulfur fumes.
We get home and my wife is outside. She sees me holding a bucket full of water wearing a hasmat mask. Now she starts yelling and for some reason made me promise I won't ride home with Mike anymore.
Some women are so picky. :oops:
