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Some years ago, I was taking a summer class in New York. It was August, 98F outside, 100% humidity, and I was stuck in traffic. They were resealing the road and had closed down to a one lane road. As I was waiting I saw the truck that was part of the work crew. It had this giant cauldron of the sealant on the back. There were propane tanks with an open fire heating it from underneath, while on top a guy with these giant asbestos gauntlets was slowing stirring it to keep it uniform temperature and not hard. I've never seen a more miserable look on a human face than I did peering up at him through the waves of heat and noxious fumes coming off that cauldron. I don't know that's the worst job, but to this day it's the reason I bust rear end to make sure I never wind up in that situation.
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