But lemmee tell ya, my summer was longer than a polygamist's clothesline, all the drama from the gaggle of high-school coworkers and yadda yadda complain complain. Aside from all that headache, though, my work activities could have played out like a classic 50's sitcom. I blew up a lawnmower, got my foot stuck in a bucket of cement, dyed my hands green & yellow, ripped a (large) hole in the rear end of my trousers, electrocuted myself (twice), fell off the work truck (again), chased half a rabbit, nearly ran over a badger, and rolled down a hillside into a thistle patch. And those're just the things that stuck in my mind best.
I'm still