Back in the day when I was a big time mortgage wholesaler, I drove 800 to 1200 miles a week in mostly urban traffic to see clients. When I quit the rat race and moved back to
What the picture doesn’t show is a horse that was trying to eat the black plastic guard off my bumper. You know your job is tough when their trying to eat you alive, or at least nibble the tailgate off.
Another though thing about my new job is: I have to keep telling myself that I can’t carry a gun to work and that poaching is wrong, and company policy forbids asking landowners permission to hunt and that even though nobody would know (probably) or hear my shot with a bow, that it just isn’t worth the risk to take a shot at one of these guys. The real tough thing is, these are two that were close enough for me to get a picture, daily I see bigger bucks.
Enjoy your Monday morning commute and pity me while you’re setting in your nice warm cubical. It’s cold and windy here.