I’ve my thrown my back out several times both sneezing and stepping off curbs the wrong way. I am not cut out to drive logs on the Swift Diamond River in New Hampshire, like these fellows. I am weak.
Nor can I tug wagons o’ tires.
When rubber came to Ohio in 1910, Akron became a boom city, and guys like this were able to breathe rubber fumes all day.
Here’s another job I can’t do due to my fear of heights. Is he washing windows? Is he scaling the sides of buildings to fulfill a male superhero fantasy? All I know is that was 40 years ago, and he ain’t doing it now.
And the last job I wouldn’t want: naked bakery boy.
It’s not because I’m uppity or that I don’t love gluten, because I loves me some glutenny gluten. But I would need an apron. And some sort of hair net so as not to get stray hairs into the sourdough.
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“When rubber came to Ohio in 2010”. I trust that was a typo because I am pretty sure Akron is more than 9 years old. I couldn’t wash windows in a rig like that guy but I always thought it would be pretty cool doing it in a big basket that went up and down on the outside of the building.
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LOL, thanks for catching that! Other jobs I shouldn’t do: proofread blog posts. You wouldn’t be scared that the basket would somehow snap, and you’d plummet to your death?
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Not really. I always thought it would be nice to work all alone. No boss, no co-workers or customers to bother you. Plus the pay would be exceptional and you would only work in good weather.
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I don’t know…as long as the flour bins full, maybe you would be happy to make the white man’s bread everyday.
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Perhaps.
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OK, I’ll throw in an apron
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Sold!!
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Oooo— good tucker, that leavened bread, man-sahib. What a period piece ! 😀
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