Jokes being as they are I thought this was worth sharing: A mother and her five year old daughter moved into their new home, before long a new house was being built next door, five year olds being as they are, the younster soon made friends with the construction crews and was given odd jobs around the site for a dollar a week. This pleased the young girl very much,especially when she took her first check home to show her mom. Her mom ,eager to do the right thing, took her daughter to the bank to deposit the check. The bank manager was most intrigued and asked the girl if she worked for the money, to which the girl replied "yes", the manager next asked if she planned on working next week , to which the youngster replied "if the @&%#$^%#^#& lumber yard gets our @#&%$^#%^@* brick we will"

Had to leave the explatives to the imagination, but you get the idea.

-- Anonymous, May 09, 2001

Answers

Oh Dan, that's a funny one! No kidding!!!

Hey, my first job out of college was at a lumber yard...1977...(oh, the tales I could tell...) I met my husband there! He still works in the biz but I left (although I ventured back for a very brief and unrewarding stint in 1990.) We still have contractors for friends and always seem to run into them or end up working with them (or avoiding them...LOL)

The language is always, um, colorful, shall we say!

-- Anonymous, May 09, 2001

The only time in my lifeI cuss up a storm is when I have a hammer in my hand.What causes that?

-- Anonymous, May 09, 2001

Missing the nails and hitting the fingers causes that, Sharon :)!! Been there, done that!

-- Anonymous, May 09, 2001

No,I am serious,even when I'm just working on a construction project and haven't hit my fingers or anything,I start cussin'! I do. It's uncanny.Someone needs to look into this phenomena. Hey,maybe I can get a big government grant to research it!:o)

-- Anonymous, May 09, 2001

Cussing is contagious! I drive a concrete truck, and have been in the business driving concrete out to those barely housebroken boys dragging the mud around for three years, and it never fails that I cuss badly when I'm working around all those "manly men". LOL. Some of the contractors mind their laguage when I (the lady) shows up, but it doesn't matter, I cuss anyway.

(long sigh)

I just hope my little girl doesn't pick it up before I learn to shut it up at home!

Peace to all :-)

-- Anonymous, May 10, 2001