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I was 16 and working around the dealership and so a few days later I went out to move their trade-ins -- a couple of Chevy's. When I opened the door [hot day] every fly in the county rushed to that car. It was so bad that one of the mechanics asked if I wanted him to move it, he said "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to get in that car." But I did it and we took it straight to the scrap yard.
When we were looking to buy rural land, we went to see a house that was almost 100 years old and on a 50 acre parcel. There was another 50 acres next to the house. We met the owner who was at least in his mid to late 80's. The man STUNK to high heaven from chicken scat. :shocked: He and his siblings had been born in the house which had been built by his dad. He was the last one left.

He had a couple of big chicken houses and smelled like he lived in them with the birds.

As we were standing upwind of him on the front porch, which allowed us to breath because there was a slight breeze, we heard gun shots on the other parcel. We could see a guy running dogs and hunting rabbits even though the land was posted.

The old guy asked me if I would go with him to tell the "hunter" to get off the land and I agreed.
We hopped in the chicken farmers truck and I had to roll down the window to hang my head outside like a dog so I could escape the scat smell. :confused2::laughing::laughing: We got over to the "hunter" and the farmer told the guy I was a sheriff. :shocked:

:laughing::laughing::laughing: The "hunter" was polite and left with his dogs and we had to get back in that smelly truck. Honestly, I would have preferred to walk back to the house.



I am sure when it was time to sell that truck it went straight to the junk yard or was parked to rot away outside a barn.
Unfortunately, it was not the worst smelling truck I sat in.

I used to work for a large gated community when I was younger and one of the workers was a drunk. A really bad, serious drunk. This was before Mothers Against Drunk Driving and increased DWI penalties. The manager running the community was protecting the drunk and letting him work there even though he was a huge liability and risk. The stories I have. Anywho, the guy owned a cheap, contractor grade truck with a vinyl floor and bench seat. He needed this so he could hose out his puke when he got sick in the truck. :shocked: Which from the smell was quite often. Sometimes I would have to ride in that truck around the property and you HAD to open the window and put your head outside to breath.

Twas really sad because that guy was a serious alcoholic and he should not have been driving since he was drunk every hour of the day.
OK, one story.

One morning we were tearing down an old wooden privacy fence on the property line. We needed water so we sent the guy to fill up the cooler with ice and water. We would find things for him to do to keep him away from us so we and he would not get hurt. He returned and we sent him further down the fence line to stay out of our way for everyone's safety. After a few hours I noticed that there was not much water coming out of the water cooler even though it was obviously full and he had just filled it up. I took off the top and there was a six pack of beer sitting in the ice.

:shocked: I guess he was cooling down his lunch. :shocked: Showed the beer to the boss and he just shrugged, rolled his eyes and we got back to work. The guy really needed help.
I doubt he lived long enough to collect Social Security.
Later,
Dan