Hello, my porkchops!
So someone has decided to pay me money to put spikes on my feet and climb 100 foot trees with a chainsaw. That's my forte! Here is a conversation I had with a loser in the KOA camping park here in Billings while trimming a cottonwood the size of a house. Keep in mind that he is interrupting my work. He ambled over with his white wifebeater and smokes for this:
me: "Hi there."
loser: "Whatcha doin' to that tree?"
me: (pointing at power lines above) " Trimming it away from the power lines."
loser: "What kinda tree is that?"
me: "Cottonwood."
loser: "Well, how come you're cuttin' it?"
me: (pointing at power lines above) "Powerlines."
loser: "I cut down an aspen or ash in my front yard."
me: "Cool."
loser: "Are those the same tree?"
me: "huh?"
loser: "Aspen is an Ash right?"
me: "Actually, I'm just starting this job. I'm no tree expert or anything like that."
loser: "Well, Cottonwoods are not pine trees."
me: "Nope. They're not. Well, I..."
loser: "What's the weight on this bad boy?"
me: "I don't know. But I gotta get back to...."
loser: "Are Aspens the same as Ashes?"
me: "Yup. And this tree weighs 55 tons."
loser: "Oh, and...."
me: "You have a good one sir, I need to have you step back over there now."
I'm such an ass.