Day Off From School

                 I had a day off from school, I think it was one of those teacher work days. Well, my Mom and Dad worked it out where my little sister went with my Mother to work while I had to go with Dad. I asked Dad, “What about Elizabeth.” I was then informed that she was staying with a friend.

                Dad and I headed out to the family business BLOW BROTHERS.  When my Dad and his workers answer the phone they always say, “BLOW BROTHERS were number one in the number two business we have little trucks, big trucks and those extra-large trucks for those extra special jobs. How may I help you?” My Dad has about 15 trucks for moving: as he calls it, human waste. Dad also put out POOR-A-JONS out door bathrooms that poor people use. They are very popular. My Dad just has his guys put them all over town, and people just use them. I can’t understand how he can just put bathrooms all over the place and not make a dime.

                One time my Dad put an ad in the paper to drum up more business. The add had two septic tank trucks on the sides and in the middle read SEPTIC TANKS PUMPED SWIMMING POOLS FILLED needless to say he didn’t fill any pools. I couldn’t understand why it didn’t work.

                Any ways,. that morning my Dad had to drive one of the trucks. Dad and I headed to our first job. I asked my Dad what a septic tank was, before he could explain we pulled up to our first job. A woman runs up to us and says’ “Thank goodness you are here. It’s my husband.” Dad asks the woman, “What’s wrong?” She tells him, “My husband was mowing the lawn and the ground over the septic tank opened up and he fell in.”

                Dad ran over to the hole and looked in. I came up beside my Dad and he said, “That’s what a septic tank is, “As he pointed into the hole. The man in hole looked up at us and said, “Can you get me out of here.” The poor man was stuck in a pea soup mess with a lawn mower slowing going under like the Titanic. It looked like a good mower, too, from what was visible. Over my shoulder I heard, “Don’t worry honey! The septic tank man will get you out.”

                I looked at my Dad and said, “Daddy you don’t have a ladder.”

                “I know,” He said.

                My Dad called the fire department and in 15 minutes, they finally showed up. Booth Bay’s finest beer-bellied firemen. Two Santa Claus wanna-bees came up to the hole and looked down and then looked at my Dad. One of them says, “I guess he’s in some deep shit.”

                The other fireman says, “NO, he’s not in some deep shit, he’s mowing through some deep shit.”

                After the firemen got the guy out, we left and my Dad looks at me and said, “That was a shitty job. By the way, don’t tell your mother what happened.”