Growing up, those things weren't as prevalent for me, and they existed, but I was too busy mowing lawn, baling hay, and scooping **** to notice.
Originally Posted by MonsterBack
Throw in shelling corn and picking up rocks in fields, and you just described my entire childhood...
Don't forget walking beans, (and for the uninformed - we're not talking about a dog!) pulling the cockleburs and buttonweeds by hand. We could cut everything else, but those two got pulled.
And if Dad thought you got in a little too late on Friday night, he had a way of making sure you were up early on Saturday shoveling the absolute worst smellling, deepest corner of **** in the hog house. You knew it was rank when you dug in and the middle was turning green!
we would spend hours on the phone. one email equates to calling people one after another. you would also hand deliver hot memos. when we first got email it was just as bad because you had to call the older timers to make sure they read the email.
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