this morning, i spent some time trimming a few limbs off one of the trees in my front yard. it happens to be one that i planted 12 or 13 years ago. the variety is a water oak. they actually grow extremely fast. i would guess it is about 30+ feet high at this point.
i was standing in the crotch of the tree sawing off limbs when one of them bounced off the ground and knocked the ladder off the trunk. this left me in a small predicament as i was perhaps 10+ feet above the ground. i was waiting around hoping one of my neighbors would come by and set the ladder back up for me. as i was hanging out, i chatted with my wife on the phone, cut off a few more limbs.....contemplated the meaning of life, etc....
please allow me to digress a minute to say that personally, when i see someone in need, i actually enjoy helping them out. it makes me feel good about myself. i guess its probably rather arrogant of me to assume that other people should feel this way too.....kind of like when i walk down the street with my pit bull mix rescue dog, he thinks everyone likes him and there is no way anyone could possibly be afraid. turns out, when it comes to human nature, this simply isn't the case in either instance.
pretty soon, some 18ish year old hispanic kid came walking by wearing a back pack.
i yelled over to him and asked if he could please come over and reset my ladder. he did indeed cross the street and do as i asked. as he was doing so, i hear him say "jesus christ! its not like i don't have anything better to do today." he goes on to say that this is really poor planning on my part and that this is a bunch of fucking bullshit!"
alrighty then?!?!.....the thought crossed my mind to tell the guy that i wanted to meet his mother and tell her that she raised a total shitbag for a son. however, i never lost sight of the bigger picture. the good news is that i didn't have to jump out of the tree and risk breaking an ankle or two. in the end, i simply said: "ok then...thanks for your help"
am i wrong for thinking that even though this millennial helped me out that he is indeed a little dooshfucker?
i was standing in the crotch of the tree sawing off limbs when one of them bounced off the ground and knocked the ladder off the trunk. this left me in a small predicament as i was perhaps 10+ feet above the ground. i was waiting around hoping one of my neighbors would come by and set the ladder back up for me. as i was hanging out, i chatted with my wife on the phone, cut off a few more limbs.....contemplated the meaning of life, etc....
please allow me to digress a minute to say that personally, when i see someone in need, i actually enjoy helping them out. it makes me feel good about myself. i guess its probably rather arrogant of me to assume that other people should feel this way too.....kind of like when i walk down the street with my pit bull mix rescue dog, he thinks everyone likes him and there is no way anyone could possibly be afraid. turns out, when it comes to human nature, this simply isn't the case in either instance.
pretty soon, some 18ish year old hispanic kid came walking by wearing a back pack.
i yelled over to him and asked if he could please come over and reset my ladder. he did indeed cross the street and do as i asked. as he was doing so, i hear him say "jesus christ! its not like i don't have anything better to do today." he goes on to say that this is really poor planning on my part and that this is a bunch of fucking bullshit!"
alrighty then?!?!.....the thought crossed my mind to tell the guy that i wanted to meet his mother and tell her that she raised a total shitbag for a son. however, i never lost sight of the bigger picture. the good news is that i didn't have to jump out of the tree and risk breaking an ankle or two. in the end, i simply said: "ok then...thanks for your help"
am i wrong for thinking that even though this millennial helped me out that he is indeed a little dooshfucker?
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