Dunno what kind of 'ologists they were. They drove a mini-van...does that help? I know it's probably a faulty criteria but the 'ologists who drive pickups are usually okay. Beware the ones who drive mini-vans.
They were fussy. One of them used a tape measure and a calculator to decide exactly where my bucking cuts for the samples should be. He took a darn long time at it too. He was obviously the 'ologist in charge...the other two deferred to him and nodded their heads a lot whenever he spoke.
When I had the sample chunks on the ground I asked one of them "Well, what do you think it is"? He looked at me and said...and I'm not making this up..."You probably wouldn't understand". Oh.
No, I'm not writing this from the County jail...but it was real close there for a minute. One of the things I've discovered as I get older is that, as much fun as it might be, hitting people doesn't really accomplish anything positive. Hard on the hands, too.
I have another cutting job, same kind of deal, the end of this week. I'll know better than to do more than cut, grunt, spit, and scratch myself in inappropriate places. That seems to be what they expect.
Remember when we had the conversation awhile back about the lack of communication between the science guys and the knuckle draggers? Yesterday was a prime example of that.