My trip to Cleveland was three days of asbestos training for my Project Designer license. Know how riveting it is to listen to seven men discuss asbestos for 9 hours a day for three days straight?!My job entails many boring days and then there are other days when I cry "WHY ME?!"
Last week, I got a glimpse above ceiling tiles in a church. A regular part of my job is inspections for asbestos and inspections involve popping ceiling tiles. I was in the MAN restroom of a Baptist church and popped a ceiling tile. Know what came tumbling down, while the pastor was looking on?
Black Pantyhose.
I said, "Nope, no pipes up here. I think we are good in here." Tucked those babies back up there and went to the next room. I heard some scraping and the pastor had gotten back up there to remove that offending garment. See, cause I wanted to know what he would do, so I had left a little black toe sticking out. I knew he would be on that pair of pantyhose like a skinny bitch with knee-high black hooker boots. Peace and Those Crazy Baptist!
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