imperious

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In the last week, I've been scolded twice. Harshly rebuked, even. Was it by my employer? My parents? My girlfriend? No. It was by people taking money from me. And not the important ones, either. This is my lawn guy. This is a Goodwill worker.

You would think that a lawn guy with such delicate sensibilities that he complains about a single pile of dog poo would not, in fact, be the same guy who moves your poo-encrusted scoop from the ground to the main footpath on your new deck. Every. Single. Week.

But you would be wrong. Turns out only his feet matter. Don't you know who he is?

Now me, I'm not a class-warrior. I don't think someone's beneath me just because I pay them to do manual labor. I simply don't think they're above me.