If I worked in an industry or area that required them, I would. 2 years working Forest Service jobs, the hard hat was a constant companion. When I stopped wearing it I felt kinda naked for a while.
My mother couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket much less the bucket.She tells me she was once singing to me when I was about three. I put my fingers to her lips and said: “Momma, please don’t sing!”
My at the time teen son always sang quite a few different version of the Barney song….. Two that I remember: I hate youYou hate me Let’s get out and kill Barney I’ll get the matches and you get the gas Let’s go burn his big fat a$$. And, I hate you, you hate me, let’s hang Barney from a tree With a kick in the guts, and a punch from me and you No more purple dinosaur
If I worked in an industry or area that required them, I would. 2 years working Forest Service jobs, the hard hat was a constant companion. When I stopped wearing it I felt kinda naked for a while.