I never thought there'd be a market for picking up dog***** When I was a kid that was called a "chore".
What other jobs have you or people you know had that are wild?
Mine:
Grandpa was a bit of a Renaissance man. He returned home from the Korean War and owned a service station. He also did some home building before eventually becoming a state trooper (even ran for Sheriff!). He saw a lot of wrecks and death working DPS. Later in life though him and my grandmother owned and operated a mortuary service.
NOT A FUNERAL HOME.
Basically as I understood it, if someone dies in Houston but their funeral or burial site is in another city, someone has to drive the body there. That's what he did. He had a gurney and a suburban modified with a steel plate across the bumper so he could just slam the gurney in and it would collapse and roll into the back of the surburban. He drove all over Texas, NM, Oklahoma, and Louisiana doing this. The bodies were just covered with a sheet but I believe they had already been embalmed. Grandpa had his favorite funeral homes that did the embalming and he often commented some would do it better than others. Grandpa was a bit of a racist and said the mexicans always smelled the worst.
He had a pager and was constantly getting called out on trips. I woke up early one morning when I was staying with them as a kid and my grandmother was at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She said, "we had a visitor last night". I didn't understand. She explained that Grandpa was too tired to drive the body to the destination and stopped over at the ranch to sleep and get an early start. So we had a dead body in the back of his surburban parked in the barn. Blew my friggin' mind as a kid.
What other jobs have you or people you know had that are wild?
Mine:
Grandpa was a bit of a Renaissance man. He returned home from the Korean War and owned a service station. He also did some home building before eventually becoming a state trooper (even ran for Sheriff!). He saw a lot of wrecks and death working DPS. Later in life though him and my grandmother owned and operated a mortuary service.
NOT A FUNERAL HOME.
Basically as I understood it, if someone dies in Houston but their funeral or burial site is in another city, someone has to drive the body there. That's what he did. He had a gurney and a suburban modified with a steel plate across the bumper so he could just slam the gurney in and it would collapse and roll into the back of the surburban. He drove all over Texas, NM, Oklahoma, and Louisiana doing this. The bodies were just covered with a sheet but I believe they had already been embalmed. Grandpa had his favorite funeral homes that did the embalming and he often commented some would do it better than others. Grandpa was a bit of a racist and said the mexicans always smelled the worst.
He had a pager and was constantly getting called out on trips. I woke up early one morning when I was staying with them as a kid and my grandmother was at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She said, "we had a visitor last night". I didn't understand. She explained that Grandpa was too tired to drive the body to the destination and stopped over at the ranch to sleep and get an early start. So we had a dead body in the back of his surburban parked in the barn. Blew my friggin' mind as a kid.
