All right, here's the deal. A very good friend of mine has been working as an exterminator in Lee County, Fl. A guy who fertilized lawns for them was shit- canned (pun intended.) My good friend, who shall remain nameless, was instructed to pick up some fertilizer and drop it off at the property to be worked on. When he got there, the guy in charge asked him to pick up a worker from a less than reputable area in town. The only requirement... he speak some form of English.
So here's the second paragraph of my rambling story, which will come to a point. My 6' 6" friend gets to the designated area of pick up, proceeds to lock the truck, raises his hand and calls out "WORK!" A previously empty parking lot was soon filled with about 20 Mexicans, no taller than 5' 7". The phrase "like feeding barnyard chickens" comes to mind as he starts laughing at his situation. Of course, out of twenty contenders, only one spoke english enough to understand "get in the truck."
Paragraph three: The conclusion. He drops the worker off and proceeds to another property for another job. Three hours later, he gets a call to come pick the guy up. The guy told him the worker said he was sick and couldn't keep working. He takes him to the front of the property in his truck, gives him thirty bucks, and tells him "get the fuck out!" My good friend found him sitting on the curb in front of said property with his head down. On the way back to his place, he asks him why he's sick. He said he thinks it was the drugs he took last night. What drugs? Black tar heroin.
Paragraph four: The epilouge. The moral of the story? When cheap labor has the shakes, a good worker this does not make.
So here's the second paragraph of my rambling story, which will come to a point. My 6' 6" friend gets to the designated area of pick up, proceeds to lock the truck, raises his hand and calls out "WORK!" A previously empty parking lot was soon filled with about 20 Mexicans, no taller than 5' 7". The phrase "like feeding barnyard chickens" comes to mind as he starts laughing at his situation. Of course, out of twenty contenders, only one spoke english enough to understand "get in the truck."
Paragraph three: The conclusion. He drops the worker off and proceeds to another property for another job. Three hours later, he gets a call to come pick the guy up. The guy told him the worker said he was sick and couldn't keep working. He takes him to the front of the property in his truck, gives him thirty bucks, and tells him "get the fuck out!" My good friend found him sitting on the curb in front of said property with his head down. On the way back to his place, he asks him why he's sick. He said he thinks it was the drugs he took last night. What drugs? Black tar heroin.
Paragraph four: The epilouge. The moral of the story? When cheap labor has the shakes, a good worker this does not make.