Happened today. Maybe not the most memorable moment, but the best compliment I've ever had.
My job this week is to cut the trees on the banks of a small pond, area is just about an acre. It's not an natural pond but an old gravel pit, which has been dug below the water table - now they want to fill it again in order to protect the groundwater supply. An environmentalist-strictly regulated-blah-blah project. Extra virgin quality bar oil required and so on.
Well, this morning an inspector of the state environment department showed up to present the job and to give instructions. Trees are small - 30 something years old - but the banks are quite steep and they are hanging nicely above the pond. The inspector wanted to know how am I going to keep the timber out of the water. Dropping them in is a big no-no.
I said to him that I have few tricks. In case they won't work, I have my old swimmer's diploma somewhere.
The inspector gave me a funny eye. I'm as dirty as anyone working in this business. He said. "No, you are most certainly not going to swim in there, okay? We don't want the water contaminated, do we?"