After gaining somewhat of a reputation for top notch insulation
removal from under mobile homes my dad offered Cole and I another
job. It was to remove the insulation and axles from our mobile home.
There is an old saying about how a word to fooling me once is a shame
to a wise man again – or something like that that means you should
learn your lesson. We had not. We saw that sweet cash dangled and
once again opted to shave a couple of months off of the tail end of
our lives by inhaling a good amount of fiberglass and animal parts,
hair and urine. The funny part of this story was when we loaded all
of the refuse into a little trailer of my dad's we hooked it up to
the truck and solicited my mom's help in driving it to the local
dump. Cole and I had not had a lot of experience hooking up trailers
and when we were driving to the dump my mom hit a pot hole and the
trailer came off the hitch and passed us to the right upended in the
ditch and vomited a load of dirty insulation onto the lawn of the kid
who had been multiply kicked from the school bus from my previous
stories. I joked that we should just gather up the trailer and leave
the insulation and tell them that they could keep it because we had
plenty still at home. We righted the trailer and quickly gather up
the insulation and loaded it for the second time because the kid and
his family were a lot a bit crazy and we didn't want to get yelled at
or roughed up. We finally got it to the dump and dropped of made it
through another day removing insulation from under a trailer and I
called it a career and have never done that again.
