The Chronicles of the Angry Geologist

Just a quick update from the field:

I was down at the motorcycle plant today driving the giant diesel truck with the poly tank on a trailer. We're doing our very first sitewide groundwater sampling, and the boss needed me to fill in for a few days while the rest of the field personnel got back from wherever. I had just finished my last well for the day, and I was headed to the contractor lot. Now, the army reserve barracks is right across from it, and one of the soldiers was sitting on the stoop out front smoking.

He watched me pull that giant trailer into the contractor lot, whip right into a parking space, and kick open the door in my flannel shirt and well-weathered steel toed boots. Then he watched me climb down, look in the side mirror to apply lip gloss, fix my hair, and sit down with my new copy of Country Home.

I don't think I could have caused more chaos in that poor guy's brain unless I had slipped off my boots and pulled on a pair of high heels.