Originally Posted by Dave Rice
I worked as a soda-jerk in my Uncle's drugstore and he decided to begin marketing his own brand of flea and tick powder. Guess who got the task of filling cardboard cannisters with this DDT laced product. 100+ degrees... no ventilation... a cloud of dust everytime each little can was filled. Nasty business.

Then there was latrine duty at boot camp... but I digress... LOL! Anyone remember the Andy Griffith movie where he was at boot camp and when the officers inspected his work, he had rigged all the toilet lids to "snap to attention" when he pulled the lanyard?



WARNING!!!! If you have a weak stomach, do NOT read this!
Dave...

Two comments. First, at that age I was a soda jerk, minus the soda. Second, you mentioned latrine duty. In Vietnam, before I became a member of the LRRPs (Long Rnage Recon Patrols), there was a job back at base camp that everyone hated. Pardon the language, but it was called Sh*t Burner. The latrines were ouhouses with barrels below the holes to catch the uh, uh, uh...donations. Every day, every latrine had to be cleaned. Someone in each unit was detailed each day for this wonderful duty. You had to pull the barrels (oil barrels cut in half) from under the holes, pour a mixture of kerosene and diesel fuel into the barrel, set it on fire, stay with it until the fired burned out (fragrance of fesces, anyone?), and then dig a hole to dump and bury the small amount of "material" that remained. Not fun!

Alan