In the Forest Service, we don’t go around on horseback all that often, but every now and again.
The Forest Service has a mystique in some people’s minds. I don’t understand it. But I try to field questions:
RB: Has anybody ever tried to seduce you in your Forest Service uniform?
Me: Well, my job is what they call a “non-uniform” position. We’re usually out there in just boots and jeans.
RB: Oh! Sounds nice!
Me: And an orange logger vest.
Me: And — we don’t usually put ’em on — but, hardhats.
Me: Ok! Ok! I’ll wear the hardhat!