I detasseled for two years when I was in high school, definately brutal work but made nice money, I would have worked probably worked a third year but like the fourth day into my second year of detasseling I got real drunk the night before and had a bad case of the nasty beer S**ts, so I brought a roll of toilet paper and carried it with me all day and when I had to go, I’d squat right there in the middle of the field and let her rip, that happened quite a bit that day. Anyway so I end up being one of the last ones done that day (and I was usually one of the first) so our “boss” thought for sure I had to have been screwing around because it took me so long, so to make me look like an idiot he decides hes going to talk a portion of my row and for every tassle he pulled out, that’s how many hours I would have to sit on the bus and not get paid for the next day. So he goes out a little ways and then he yells, stomps back and fires me on the spot, it was hilarious because he had a pile of S**t on the bottom of his boot with toilet paper hanging from it, everyone laughed and my father was p****d.