I Hate Roofers and Their Stinky Ass Tar!

Yes. It's true. I hate them! Fuck them and their stinky tar! The roofers currently working on the parking area however are pretty funny for a variety of reasons. First of all, the main roofer appears to be wearing what may well be the worst wig I've ever seen. Truly. It looks like something that might've come out of a cat. I was going to try to take a sneaky pic of him but he's surprisingly alert. He's also amusing because everytime I leave my apartment he stops working to attempt to chat. He told me to come on up and he'd put me to work. Oddly enough, not high on my list of priorities. Last time I ventured out to the laundry room there was a crazy amount of smoke billowing out of their little tar melting machine (I have no idea what it's actually called) and he was in the middle of a spat with his assistant tar monkey that went like this...

ATM (assistant tar monkey): Seriously, I think it's burning.

MTM (main tar monkey): What are you talking about?

ATM: Um, well, the crazy amount of smoke that just started coming out.

MTM: No, that's normal. I don't see a lot of smoke.

ATM: No really, it's burning. It really is.

And so on. Meanwhile, the entire block is engulfed in a cloud of yummy tar smoke that was so thick it made me nostalgic for the rolling fogs of Halifax. Which incidentally smell a whole lot better than the tar fog I'm currently living in.

And it's making me cough. More. Which I didn't think was possible as I've been praying for a swift death pretty much all morning. I fucking hate fucking tar monkeys and their stinking burning (or not) tar melting machine.