"That's good for wood!" The Surveyor yelled. She had recovered some from the extremely rough crossing we made on the 9 ayem boat. Her helper did the staking, and I did the bushwacking, and the corners of the building were marked—not to mention a certain portion of the nextdoor neighbor's driveway that goes over my line.
"I was a little worried that the client was coming out, and that she was a New York City type," confessed the Surveyor. "But you were OK."
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Did you find the Surveyor to be what you expected?
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