I just had the most surreal experience at work.
I was in the office today and got called out on an emergency opossum in some poor, old lady's garbage can. She was terrified that it would get out and hurt her since she was in a wheelchair. Everyone in the office was kind of surprised that she wanted to pay for us to come out there, as the location was right smack in the middle of, to put it diplomatically, a lower-income neighborhood of St. Louis, but she wanted us out there so I came.
After I found my way there, I went to the backyard for the most fucked up sight I've ever seen. Grandma in her wheelchair was by the can, brandishing a broom and screaming to her grandsons to make sure it doesn't get away. (It was in a trashcan filled with 3 inches of water and half dead). Meanwhile the grandsons were trying to stay as far away from the trashcan as their grandma would allow (Note : The grandsons were 6'6", muscular and in their late 20's, one had a "Thug Life" tattoo on his bicep). I picked the possum up and put it in our transfer cage, the entire process took about two seconds. Once I got the animal in the cage, Grandma started to hit her grandsons up the sides of their head with the broom. She started yelling, "that tiny little white girl took two seconds to get that damn opossum out of the trash and you two bitches wouldn't just go and tip the can over, you two are a bunch of pansies".
She hit and yelled at her grandsons while writing me a check for $129.
Yeah, that was my day.
Who the hell would be scared of this?
I was in the office today and got called out on an emergency opossum in some poor, old lady's garbage can. She was terrified that it would get out and hurt her since she was in a wheelchair. Everyone in the office was kind of surprised that she wanted to pay for us to come out there, as the location was right smack in the middle of, to put it diplomatically, a lower-income neighborhood of St. Louis, but she wanted us out there so I came.
After I found my way there, I went to the backyard for the most fucked up sight I've ever seen. Grandma in her wheelchair was by the can, brandishing a broom and screaming to her grandsons to make sure it doesn't get away. (It was in a trashcan filled with 3 inches of water and half dead). Meanwhile the grandsons were trying to stay as far away from the trashcan as their grandma would allow (Note : The grandsons were 6'6", muscular and in their late 20's, one had a "Thug Life" tattoo on his bicep). I picked the possum up and put it in our transfer cage, the entire process took about two seconds. Once I got the animal in the cage, Grandma started to hit her grandsons up the sides of their head with the broom. She started yelling, "that tiny little white girl took two seconds to get that damn opossum out of the trash and you two bitches wouldn't just go and tip the can over, you two are a bunch of pansies".
She hit and yelled at her grandsons while writing me a check for $129.
Yeah, that was my day.
Who the hell would be scared of this?
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happy birthday, BTW!