This seemed the right place to post this.
We we're taking down a few trees at a longtime client's house. At the bottom of a set of stairs going down the hill, we took down a 60" hemlock, maybe 16" across. Being a ground pounder, I get to carry it all up the hill. After about twenty trips, I'm pouring sweat. I flip a respectable sized hunk o' hemlock onto my shoulder and start my way back up the stairs. I hear the client, a lady, standing at the top of the stairs say "Oh my goodness!" Hey, cool, she appreciates the hard work I'm doing and is impressed by my carrying capabilities. Then she finshes the sentence with, "The tree was hollow."
Groan... I am not but an ant going up and down and up and down. No appreciation.
However, at lunchtime she brought me and my climber each a slice of apple pie AND a slice of pumpkin pie
(it was Thanksgiving here yesterday) and a pretty decent espresso. We even got a $10 tip each.
A good day after all.