How'd you get roped into that job? My uncle has been pushing hay here. He's a grouchy 70 (now) year old guy who curses, chews tobacco and spits at the woodchucks. One of my childhood memories of summers on his farm. Then I bailed.
One of my friends has a terrible disease called POTS. She can't help out anymore, so I'm filling in for her. It was that, or cook for the guys. You see what I chose, lol.