inglorious mud
Aug. 5th, 2002 03:15 pmI wouldn't mind the construction going on outside work nearly as much if they didn't have this delusion that mud is preferable to dust. They have a tanker truck pootling along spraying water over everything, and I inevitably get stuck behind the damned thing. Dirt happens, but I have never had such muddied legs as I had today. My sandals are so evenly spattered that it looks intentional. When I bounced my bike before carrying it upstairs, thinking to knock some of the gunk off the tires, half a cup of mud splotted like wet cement onto the pavement below the pedals. More fell off when I put it down upstairs. I had to wash mud off the back of my neck, for fuck's sake, and not a little of it.
Someday, this will be over. But not any time soon.
Someday, this will be over. But not any time soon.
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Date: 2002-08-05 11:56 pm (UTC)Now, you just find the folks spraying everything, convince them they'd rather have a better sweeper and no muddy bikers, and maybe I can retire on the commissions.
(It's nice to work for a company that makes things, some days. I can point...it was hard to do that when I was doing software development.)
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Date: 2002-08-06 09:37 am (UTC)