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I don't like buckets. Reminds me of my job as a janitor, when I worked in a coed dorm and would loan my elevator key to guys wanted to visit their girlfriends. They could take the service elevator up to the girls side, but someone ratted and I lost my job.
My grandfather wore overalls. He owned cotton gins and lost all his teeth at sixty. He would take me to the dog races. I never understood what he said and just nodded unless that got him mad and then I said NO, no, no.