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The unhinged
Coming across a nut case every eight years isnÛªt so bad, probably, although it does introduce a negativity bias (fancy word I learned in college).
About fifteen years ago I was surveying an area out in the sticks. I had been at it all day, I was tired, dehydrated, and my arms were bloody from the sticky bushes. One of the last tasks was to shoot the GLO monument way behind one homesite. The dogs were barking, naturally, and the woman came out mad as could be because she, ÛÏDidnÛªt want my lot surveyed.Û I assured her I was not surveying her lot, just walking past, but she wasnÛªt buying any of it. I kept hiking, shot the monument, and hiked back, now really tired. She had assembled her friends in the road, all of them glaring at me, and demanding to know who I worked for. They werenÛªt happy with my, ÛÏMe. I own the company,Û staring daggers through me as I put the rover in the car and left.
Eight years ago doing a residential survey for a friend, easy enough, with an access easement on the west that the guy behind him used to get to his house. For his convenience he (the guy behind) had paved the access easement. My clientÛªs property corner was in the middle of the asphalt and I had to dig it out. The guy behind came out and was furious that I had dug a hole in his asphalt, so he followed me around hurling insults, absolutely vivid that I was ignoring him.
This morning I was looking for a brass cap in the north end of a public street. I parked, in the public street mind, and the lady came out just boiling. I was pleasant even as she called me a vulgarity and pretended to call the SheriffÛªs department. I was pretty sure a deputy would not show up, and he didnÛªt, as I kept on working.
ps I have to wonder at how unhappy people like that must be, to hate the world and everyone in it.
pps I later learned todayÛªs furious lady is a school teacher. I pity those kids.
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