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I was a furniture delivery guy for a day back in high school. We drove around all day in 100 degree heat and dragged couches, dressers, matresses, and beds to people's houses. The guy driving the truck wouldn't stop so I could eat something (I am hypoglycemic and I crash every now and then) and get some water. We stopped at one crazy cat lady's hosue and it stunk so bad that we could smell it from the OUTSIDE of the house. I could barely carry the couch through the house because I couldn't breathe because of the nasty ass cat stench. Also, that day I learned that people are incredibly rude to delivery guys.
I never went back. $6 an hour. Gay.
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