When I arrived bright and early, the boring man (I know he loves being called that -- every gal in America thinks, "Hey, I had a date with that guy once....") anyway he had dug a target hole just below the telphone pole at the street. Good thing he didn't just bore toward the pole, because that pipe in the back of his target hole is the gas main. This utility stuff is tricky. From the stories I've heard, every so often there is a big explosion. Personally, I think that's why they keep coming back. Adrenaline junkies.
The Boarding House by The Pioneer Woman
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