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Originally Posted by FurnaceFace
Oh, a memory. One summer at university (Regina) I didn’t get a Coop job right away but knew the student union president so he hired a couple of us to do some work. Back then the bar and SU was in this older shack like building. The Lazy Owl had a drop ceiling in the bar and it was decided it needed to be cleaned. We took down the ceiling frames, dropped them into a bucket of “chemicals” to do its magic. The bucket wasn’t tall enough for the entire section so you’d pull out this piece of aluminum that was now half gleaming white and half black lung from the nicotine. I think most smokers if they had to do that cleanup would have quit immediately. Probably the dirtiest job I’ve ever done. I feel like I ended up getting a real summer job before we entirely finished. That job was much more glamorous, rewiring all the wiring closets in the Sask Highways head office.
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I dont know what it was about Greyhound, but man they smoked like Demons.
I genuinely wonder if it was because our mouths and nostrils were coated in Diesel fumes that we simply lost all sense of scent or flavour.
The guys that would smoke or chew? "Naw man...its all gone, all I taste is Diesel."
You ever see those guys walking around and they're just spitting on the ground and think to yourself "Thats disgusting!"?
I used to be one of those guys.
Because no matter what I did, I couldnt get the slimy, greasy 'Eau of Diesel' out of my mouth.