Posts tagged "Working"

To the drivers of Virginia Beach; specifically those driving West on South Lynnhaven Road by Plaza Middle School

Occasionally my job requires me to work in the street. It’s ok, I know I’m in the street.

I take certain precautions to make sure I am highly visible while working in the street. These precautions include wearing a reflective, neon yellow and orange safety vest, carrying a loud 2-cycle engine on my back with a large plastic arm that, despite my best efforts, is blowing grass, sand, dirt, and trash in every direction possible, including the road you are driving on but not paying attention to, and, God’s ultimate precaution, being 6’1 with bright orange hair.

Here are some precautions you should take while driving:

- Put down your phone, you’re operating a machine that could kill others and yourself.

- Instead of laying on your horn and trying to pull a 2fast 2furious swerve five feet in front of me, change lanes earlier (there’s an empty one right next to you).

Also: to the woman exercising on South Lynnhaven Road:

I’m sorry that I pulled halfway into your crosswalk, forcing you to move a foot out of your path and back, but, getting upset over that is like a person at a buffet getting upset because someone brought them more food. YOU ARE EXERCISING, I JUST MADE YOU EXERCISE MORE.

P.S. Your sarcastic “thanks” was accepted as genuine because I’m not very good at noticing passive aggressive behavior until after the fact, and you are still welcome.


To the citizens of Virginia Beach who walk their dogs around Green Run Elementary School

I would like to say thank you. I spend most of my day outside, sweating profusely in the heat of the summer, with a weed eater in hand, speeding up and down curbs overgrown with dallisgrass. I find it incredibly generous of you to leave your dog’s shit hidden in the tall weeds only to reveal itself up and down the length of my left side after my weed eater has exploded through it.

There is no better analogy of how I feel about this summer than to be quite literally covered in crap at a job I hate. It was the exact punctuation I needed to end my summer sentence: an exclamation mark with a shitty tittle.

Next time you’re out walking your dog and are too embarrassed or grossed out to clean up after them, don’t worry about it, I’ve got a weed eater, coveralls, and a heart full of broken dreams, I’ll take care of it.


  • Barry: Yeah, my parents tried to do that scared straight shit with me. Put me in a cell with my cousin for a day.
  • Tree: What'd he do?
  • Barry: Beat up a minor.
  • Tree: How long he get?
  • Barry: 5 years, it was his cousin too, beat his ass cause he moved the basketball hoop while he was trying to cut the grass. He was like, 'You don't wanna live this life cuz.' I said, 'I KNOW BITCH, I'M NOT TRYING TO LIVE THIS LIFE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M IN HERE! I AIN'T TRYING TO BEAT UP NO MINOR LIKE YOUR DUMB ASS.'