When I open a pharmacy it’ll be called
Psychosomatic. My legal messenger company will be called
Xiphoid Process. My coffee shop will be
Black. My bike shop will be
Closed. I have way more faith in the human body’s ability to heal itself than I do in doctors. I respect the fact that you finished med school doc and you seem to have a tremendous vocabulary to go with your tremendous amount of student loan debt, but you're just an educated guesser. Your white lab coat doesn’t do it for me, and you smell funny.
A worn out pair of work boots earns my respect, far more than a silk tie.
Paint splattered coveralls, wild hair and good conversation from an eccentric artist impress me way more than a conservative dark suit and strong arguments from a big time attorney.
When I look at some office workers, I think, “I could do your job” meaning I could wrap my mind around whatever it is you’re supposed to do all day at your desk, but I couldn’t physically tolerate being at that desk all day every day.
When I look at window washers, I think, “I couldn’t do your job” meaning I couldn’t physically do what you do. The same goes for iron workers on high rise construction sites and the guys that suck the shit out of Honey Buckets with high powered vacuum trucks.
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