I'd just started my shift, when the traveller leant on the fence, looking between me and the field.
"Having a break?" The traveller asked, using the entirely wrong stress points. But I withheld a laugh.
"No, just started."
"Doing what?"
"Watching."
"Watching... what?"
"The field here, I supervise its growing."
"Your job is to watch grass grow?"
"You sound confused, Traveller."
"It's just that the saying... Is this special grass?"
"As special as any other."
"This a religious thing?"
"I'm an atheist."
"Then why the hell do you watch grass grow?"
"Because it's my job, traveller."
I love being self-employed.
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