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Okay, while technically this isn't a job in the literal sense of the word and more like a chore, I thought it deserved a place here.
My father had asked me to mow the lawn for him today while he was at work. I have nothing better to do since I'm still unemployed (See my thread in the Management board). I mow the lawn abut every once when my parents ask me to (Yes, I still live at home. I don't make NEARLY enough to move out) and today started no different. My parents front yard has this little courtyard area that has this HUGE bush in it that bees apparently love to get into. I forget this lovely piece of info and begin mowing around there. One of those pesky fellers flies out, lands on my back and sting the ever-living CRAP out of me. I say that knowing full well that bees can only sting once... I think. But it hurt like fire and I began to run around swearing and yelling and blaspheming up a storm when out next door neighbor comes out of his house.
Now, the funny thing to note here is that my next door neighbor is a preacher. And his daughters play with my sister. I can only imagine what he must think of me. A 220lb grown adult man running around in his front yard screaming "F***! God... F***! DAMMIT!" and so on. But here's where it gets good for you, gentle reader. He proceeds to walk over to me and attempt to perform, what I can only imagine is, an exorcism on me.
Him: Satan, hold on to this child of god no longer. Let loose your evil grasp and let him see the light. Begone oh evil one...(This goes on for a few minutes)
I stop screaming as soon as I hear him start talking, and when he was done, the only thing I could do was stare at him. He placed his hand on my shoulder and says "Those fuckin bees got me too last weekend." and walks back into his house.
Needless to say, that whole chain of events was the last thing I expected to happen to me today.
My father had asked me to mow the lawn for him today while he was at work. I have nothing better to do since I'm still unemployed (See my thread in the Management board). I mow the lawn abut every once when my parents ask me to (Yes, I still live at home. I don't make NEARLY enough to move out) and today started no different. My parents front yard has this little courtyard area that has this HUGE bush in it that bees apparently love to get into. I forget this lovely piece of info and begin mowing around there. One of those pesky fellers flies out, lands on my back and sting the ever-living CRAP out of me. I say that knowing full well that bees can only sting once... I think. But it hurt like fire and I began to run around swearing and yelling and blaspheming up a storm when out next door neighbor comes out of his house.
Now, the funny thing to note here is that my next door neighbor is a preacher. And his daughters play with my sister. I can only imagine what he must think of me. A 220lb grown adult man running around in his front yard screaming "F***! God... F***! DAMMIT!" and so on. But here's where it gets good for you, gentle reader. He proceeds to walk over to me and attempt to perform, what I can only imagine is, an exorcism on me.
Him: Satan, hold on to this child of god no longer. Let loose your evil grasp and let him see the light. Begone oh evil one...(This goes on for a few minutes)
I stop screaming as soon as I hear him start talking, and when he was done, the only thing I could do was stare at him. He placed his hand on my shoulder and says "Those fuckin bees got me too last weekend." and walks back into his house.
Needless to say, that whole chain of events was the last thing I expected to happen to me today.
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