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>work at a county park
>last friday
>ordered to trim back some trails with the new guyp
>new guy is a bit of an autist, and definitely not playing with a full deck, but otherwise a decent enough guy
>we don't let him use the chainsaw because he's slow and we don't need an accident
>so he grabs the weed whacker
>its not worth arguing with him I will just trim the trail myself
>trimming away when I hear the weed whacker fire up
>ignore him because he is staying out of my way
>suddenly he starts trying to trim the branches with the fucking weed whacker
>stop him and procide to chew him out because its raining leaves on me
>notice that disgusting hairy vine we all love crawling up the tree
>oh fuck
>stop chewing him out, drive over to the water station and start washing myself off (we keep a bottle of dawn in the truck because one of the old guys is super allergic to poison ivy)
>get cleaned up and throw on a new shirt for good measure
>everything is good, send new guy to go stack firewood
>get home after work
>stripping down for my shower and I notice a shredded up bit of green in my shorts
>oh fuck x2
>proceed to wash my ass like the fucking queen of England was about to eat dinner off of it
>no good, got the poison ivy rash all up and down my ass crack
>walk in this morning and the new guy not only is rash free despite not washing himself off after contact, but also sitting in my chair
I don't think I like the new guy... also my ass looks like pic related atm.
