Totally gross jobs
22 September 2010
Last week, I cut 10 inches off my hair. I didn’t want my hair quite so short, but it was close enough that I’d rather deal with the no-ponytail inconvenience and be able to donate to Locks of Love.
I just tossed my two bundles of hair into a padded envelope and dropped them in the mail. This is my third time donating, but for whatever reason this is the first time it’s ever occurred to me that some poor person has to open my hair envelope.
GROSS.
Maybe you get desensitized to the whole thing, but opening envelope after envelope of hair surprises does not seem like a desirable position.
What are some other icky, Mike-Rowe-worthy jobs you can think of?
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