Tuesday, June 20, 2006
No thanks, I forgot my spitoon
In what can only be described as another terrible assignment in the drudgery that is my job, I was paid to spend all of Monday in the mountains north of Boise to hike around the Payette River and work on a story about a new land development planned for a rural community.
The less sexy part of the job was the four hours I spent in a crowded, stifling senior center room with no air conditioning as developers and town-folk traded unpleasantries. During a break in the action I started chatting with a mustachioed county commissioner who offered me what I thought was a bag of sweets. I was about to take a piece of candy to be polite when I realized that, in fact, he was offering me a bag of chewing tobacco.
The less sexy part of the job was the four hours I spent in a crowded, stifling senior center room with no air conditioning as developers and town-folk traded unpleasantries. During a break in the action I started chatting with a mustachioed county commissioner who offered me what I thought was a bag of sweets. I was about to take a piece of candy to be polite when I realized that, in fact, he was offering me a bag of chewing tobacco.
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