Where Were You?
Back in the day, I worked as a tree surgeon, and each morning, the crews would assemble in the garage, where the boss would hand out a 3×5 card with the address and instructions on what needed to be done. There was a guy who misread the address on the card, and they went to the wrong address.
The instructions were to cut down all trees and shrubs in preparation for demolition work. Before the crew left, the boss said the house was being torn down for new construction, so the job was to clean out the whole lot.
This guy got the crew to the wrong address, and the foreman never checked the card. Therefore, he started cutting down big trees and throwing them through the chipper. The whole lot was cleaned of all shrubs and trees by mid-afternoon, and they went back to the shop.
The boss was hopping mad. He said, “Where were you guys? I went out to the job, and you weren’t there”. I wish I were there to see his face when the foreman told them they had finished the job.
I can’t imagine coming home and finding my big two-foot thick trees, along with all my mature azaleas and rhododendrons, gone.