Old men, bah!!

Old men with nothing to do are the bane of my existence. These are the calls I most dread at work. This morning an old guy with little to occupy him called wanting to know about the project we are getting ready do on his street. In and of itself, this not such an unrealistic thing to want to know.

Of course he starts out asking about the schedule and then he wants to know exactly what we will be doing and exactly where, and then he wants to debate the virtues of dry wells verses the use of perf pipe. Let me tell you, he doesn’t know much, but I’m nice and don’t point that out.

He then wants to go off on costs and how the city is wasting money. How the ground there infiltrates just fine, how the old dry well is just fine, and how the last time anyone did work on his street they cut the phone line and they didn’t have phone service for a day and then they were on a party line for a week. He also has to tell me all about the developer who extended his street, and the other dry well on the other street and the neighbor who wants to buy his boat, and the other neighbor who can’t control his kids, and a partridges in a pear tree. Like I don’t have anything better or more pressing to do than take a drive through his random thoughts and opinions. He should get his own blog!