Post by JohnMark on May 12, 2010 22:28:17 GMT -5
Marie and I are currently working for the Census Bureau, going door to door to interview people. Down here in Georgia it is hot work, let me tell you.
Tonight we had a little incident. I went to a rural trailer on a second visit having been there this afternoon. It was about 7:00pm. I went to the door, walking on a deck in poor condition that had a lot of pine straw, empty drink cans and other stuff on it. Rather cluttered, to say the least.The people weren't home or just didn't want to come to the door after I knocked. When this happens I have to leave them a notice so they know I was there. I realized I forgot the notice and went back to the car to get it.
I guess the first time I went to the door I was afflicted with what they in the military call," Target Fixation". I was focused on the door and nothing else, thinking I would get an interview done. However, on the return trip I was a bit more relaxed and taking in the whole scene. And did I ever see something!
Next to the door, about a foot and a half from where I had been standing, was the biggest snake I have ever personally been close to. I kinda froze up when I saw it, thinking it couldn't be real. The more I looked and studied the thing, the more I came to see that it was all too real. Well, I thought it must be dead, that had to be why it didn't do anything when I was so close. There was something like a broom stick close to it that I could push with my foot from a bit of a distance. I pushed the stick which nudged the snake. Well, he wasn't dead.
I just stood there while the snake coiled up, raised his head and stuck his tongue out. Then after we stared each other down for a second, he slithered through a crack between the deck and the wall. Quite frankly I was glad to see him go. He was brown with a pebbled-type pattern on his back. I don't know much about snakes so don't really know what he was. I just know if his last name is snake, I don't care what his first name is.
I thought the pit bull trying to attack me was the worst thing to happen to me on this job so far. The pit was more trouble than the anti-government radical who insulted me and spewed forth all sorts of abuse. However, the snake takes 1st prize at this point. The job pays well but some of the stuff going on is starting to get on my nerves.
I thank God nothing happened.Praise his Holy Name! He is watching over us!
Tonight we had a little incident. I went to a rural trailer on a second visit having been there this afternoon. It was about 7:00pm. I went to the door, walking on a deck in poor condition that had a lot of pine straw, empty drink cans and other stuff on it. Rather cluttered, to say the least.The people weren't home or just didn't want to come to the door after I knocked. When this happens I have to leave them a notice so they know I was there. I realized I forgot the notice and went back to the car to get it.
I guess the first time I went to the door I was afflicted with what they in the military call," Target Fixation". I was focused on the door and nothing else, thinking I would get an interview done. However, on the return trip I was a bit more relaxed and taking in the whole scene. And did I ever see something!
Next to the door, about a foot and a half from where I had been standing, was the biggest snake I have ever personally been close to. I kinda froze up when I saw it, thinking it couldn't be real. The more I looked and studied the thing, the more I came to see that it was all too real. Well, I thought it must be dead, that had to be why it didn't do anything when I was so close. There was something like a broom stick close to it that I could push with my foot from a bit of a distance. I pushed the stick which nudged the snake. Well, he wasn't dead.
I just stood there while the snake coiled up, raised his head and stuck his tongue out. Then after we stared each other down for a second, he slithered through a crack between the deck and the wall. Quite frankly I was glad to see him go. He was brown with a pebbled-type pattern on his back. I don't know much about snakes so don't really know what he was. I just know if his last name is snake, I don't care what his first name is.
I thought the pit bull trying to attack me was the worst thing to happen to me on this job so far. The pit was more trouble than the anti-government radical who insulted me and spewed forth all sorts of abuse. However, the snake takes 1st prize at this point. The job pays well but some of the stuff going on is starting to get on my nerves.
I thank God nothing happened.Praise his Holy Name! He is watching over us!
I hate snakes, blech.
