You know you're an Arborist when your wife checks your ears for sawdust before coming to bed.
You know you're an Arborist when 'Silky' has nothing to do with supple.
You know you're an Arborist when your Mom consistently calls you Treeguy.
You know you're an Arborist when you go on vacation and pack enough gear to do a treejob that might just come up.
You know you're an Arborist when you can sell a treejob after having casual conversation with a total stranger in the checkout line of a hardware store. |