Day 3 of the driveway concrete job started with some worries. Was the propane line damaged in last night's drive-by chuting? Would the backhoe operator show up? Would the concrete truck be able to back up the hill?
The boss decided to pull the yellow snake out of the black snake rather than cut the black snake to see if the yellow snake was damaged. Got that?? Good news #1: Yellow snake OK. Put yellow snake back in black snake. Then the chunks of concrete had to be hand-lifted out of the trench that didn't get finished because last night's drive-in theatre of the absurd.
Waiting for the cement truck to arrive, we trenched in the tight spot behind the house. And carefully laid the magnetic tape that warns the future about buried gas line. The mesh was in place, the crew had Red Bull for breakfast, and even the frog was curious. Did I hear him say
"con-crete" instead of croak??
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