I had a guy frame a small house for me. His truck was a mess-when he opened the drivers door, a chicken bone fell out. He had junk all over his seats and a bald tire. Needless to say, the framing was about as organized as his truck. Dang guy left chicken bones and fast food wrappers all over too. Mess.
Pete
Sounds more like a work "cluck", than a work "truck"!
You're a good man, Pete; and thanks for the words of encouragement.
And, you know, if I thought about it, I might have to give credit to the U.S. Navy for instilling the whole idea of organization into me, way back:
- The whole "ship-shape" culture.
Likely got drummed into me during boot camp, and never left. I mean in a way, you know?