Two haiku about: the moving company.
I got a couple hours of work helping a lady move yesterday and earned a bit of cash and a writing prompt to boot. I'm still hoping and looking for something a bit more regular, but jobs like that certainly help in the meantime.
One's on crutches, the
other's ninety - of course they
charge by the hour.
* * *
The constant smoke breaks
I can sort of understand.The beer breaks, less so.