Something I just remembered about myself that shocked me solely for having forgotten it: I hired a chimney sweep once. I did a casual survey of office staff and could not find anyone else on staff who has ever hired a chimney sweep, so I am justified in writing about it.
The guy I got was right out of an old English movie, except for the accent. He looked about five-foot-two and 90 pounds, if that. He could have been a professional jockey. He could have been a Mickey Rooney understudy. He wore all black, of course. He came with his own ladder. ...