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There's this white shopping bag that got blown up in the tree that has been driving me nuts. I stood on this ledge--my friend helping to guide my position, as well as that of the pole--and I tried to hook the bag around the pole to pry it loose from the tree. Of course, the tree has inch-long needles on its branches, which managed to scratch and bloody my hands. After getting 90% of the bag pried free, I ended my chase when the handles of the bag got wrapped around two of the needles.
I stopped upstairs to complain/discuss the matter/whine to my friend Matt. Before getting too far in the story, he said "is there a white bag in the tree?" Surprised, I said yes. While looking at my bloodied hands which he said had "Workers Comp" written all over them, Matt walked me down the hall to his co-worker Brandon who sits a floor above me. I commiserated with him and learned he has been lobbying the grounds crew for months to get the bag unhooked--albeit unsuccessfully. We hatched a plan to finally get this unsightly mess out of our view: 1) get someone from the basement level to complain; 2) subsequently lodge three separate requests to have it removed; 3) picket until action is taken. I'll keep you posted.
-Profession: Hair Stylist
-Favorite online search engine: Google
-Who would win a volleyball game: a team of barbers or a team of hair stylists?: Hair stylists because barbers are like 150 years old and are slow.
-If you, Tom, enjoyed Marshmallow Peeps, what would that make you?: A nauseated Peeping Tom
A head of well-groomed hair: nice...
A single hair baked in an oatmeal cookie: it's probably mine