Have you ever been humiliated at yourself.
I was having high joy that day.
I was raking up leaves and sticks from a client's MASSIVE oak trees.
It was chilly but sunny.
The client has parking strips of grass due to living in the city, not much of a lawn.
I was there enjoying the day and the work just minding my business.
Working out side in the city, I am keen on people walking by.
I see people walking, jogging, walking their dog or pushing the stroller.
Occasionally I see them parking in front of a fire hydrant.
I look at them, they look at me.
I grin and tell them they just parked in front of the fire hydrant.
They reluctantly move the car.
I am saving them a parking ticket.
Parking attendant officers are strict in that area.
So my awareness is because I use motorized equipment.
I don't want a pedestrian to get hit with dirt or debris.
I am keen on smells also.
Like driving down the highway I can smell smoke from people who have cigarettes burning.
As a kid I perfected my smelling technique by seeking out cookies and candy.
My parents would hide from us little rascals.
Actually they would hide them to me because I would eat all the candy and be really hyper and obnoxious.
Once we get our hands on that stuff it was a matter of milliseconds that the sweets would disappear.
There was not a designated spot to where the candy would be, but I would always find it.
But this day was different on the sweetness scale.
SO...
I as raking and noticed a nice sweet aroma in the air.
I thought that it smelled pretty good.
I like that perfume.
It was sweet and chemically.
I have noticed that smell before.
I could not place the likable aroma in the air.
I assumed it was a woman walking by me.
Most guys don't smell sweet and perfumed.
It wasn't like the old woman type perfume that you could smell a mile away.
I looked around up and down the streets to where the nice scent was coming.
I wanted to acknowledge this beautiful thing and smile at her.
Maybe compliment her on her perfume.
Most of the time I am confident in giving a compliment.
But there was no one around.
I went back to work and tried to figure it out in my head.
I did see a man walking 1/2 a block away.
But the scent was very close to me.
Like she had just walk a few feet away.
• Important note...
My client just had some construction done to their roof that week and I knew the construction workers were working.
I was deep into trying to figure out this awesome aroma.
I was baffled as I shook my head.
As I was raking...
I just had realized the scent that tickled my nose.
I know exactly where the aroma was coming.
She was tall and square.
She looked plastic and firm.
She was a blue-green mix with a white top...
I BUMPED INTO A HONEY BUCKET! If you don't know what that is, it is a portable johnny house, portable toilet, portable crapper.
You get it? Lucky for me, I didn't knock the thing over.
It would not have been so pretty and aromatic that day.
I was having high joy that day.
I was raking up leaves and sticks from a client's MASSIVE oak trees.
It was chilly but sunny.
The client has parking strips of grass due to living in the city, not much of a lawn.
I was there enjoying the day and the work just minding my business.
Working out side in the city, I am keen on people walking by.
I see people walking, jogging, walking their dog or pushing the stroller.
Occasionally I see them parking in front of a fire hydrant.
I look at them, they look at me.
I grin and tell them they just parked in front of the fire hydrant.
They reluctantly move the car.
I am saving them a parking ticket.
Parking attendant officers are strict in that area.
So my awareness is because I use motorized equipment.
I don't want a pedestrian to get hit with dirt or debris.
I am keen on smells also.
Like driving down the highway I can smell smoke from people who have cigarettes burning.
As a kid I perfected my smelling technique by seeking out cookies and candy.
My parents would hide from us little rascals.
Actually they would hide them to me because I would eat all the candy and be really hyper and obnoxious.
Once we get our hands on that stuff it was a matter of milliseconds that the sweets would disappear.
There was not a designated spot to where the candy would be, but I would always find it.
But this day was different on the sweetness scale.
SO...
I as raking and noticed a nice sweet aroma in the air.
I thought that it smelled pretty good.
I like that perfume.
It was sweet and chemically.
I have noticed that smell before.
I could not place the likable aroma in the air.
I assumed it was a woman walking by me.
Most guys don't smell sweet and perfumed.
It wasn't like the old woman type perfume that you could smell a mile away.
I looked around up and down the streets to where the nice scent was coming.
I wanted to acknowledge this beautiful thing and smile at her.
Maybe compliment her on her perfume.
Most of the time I am confident in giving a compliment.
But there was no one around.
I went back to work and tried to figure it out in my head.
I did see a man walking 1/2 a block away.
But the scent was very close to me.
Like she had just walk a few feet away.
• Important note...
My client just had some construction done to their roof that week and I knew the construction workers were working.
I was deep into trying to figure out this awesome aroma.
I was baffled as I shook my head.
As I was raking...
I just had realized the scent that tickled my nose.
I know exactly where the aroma was coming.
She was tall and square.
She looked plastic and firm.
She was a blue-green mix with a white top...
I BUMPED INTO A HONEY BUCKET! If you don't know what that is, it is a portable johnny house, portable toilet, portable crapper.
You get it? Lucky for me, I didn't knock the thing over.
It would not have been so pretty and aromatic that day.
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