When I first got out of the army, I worked briefly for a small family owned TV repair shop putting up antennae, picking up and delivering TVs, anything that needed to be done including working on the family ranch when there was nothing to do around the shop.
One day Dennis told me to go pick up a TV from a long-time client but emphasized that I take the pickup instead of the van and I was not to bring the TV into the shop under any circumstances.
When I got back to the shop, Dennis changed into a pair of coveralls, pulled the TV to the tailgate, and opened the back while it was still in the truck. When he pulled the back away from the frame, the roaches just exploded out of it. There must've been a thousand of those nasty fuckers in there.
That was my last job of the day so I went home, stripped down on the back porch, threw my clothes into the middle of the yard and ran for the shower. After I got out of the shower, I hoofed it down to the corner store and bought a couple bug bombs to set off in my truck.
