You can't make this shit up.
I'm on the weekly high school football shoot with the local access cable crew. The game is at a school on the outskirts of the metropolitan area. The back of the stadium where we need to set up the truck is right up against the property line of somebody's very rural acreage. We have to drive through their driveway, through the "backyard" with an old bus, 2 broken-down tractors, a boat I wouldn't trust to float in a puddle, a shack that used to be just a single-wide trailer, but had be triple wided with random scraps of lumber, etc. We go beyond that into the open fields with a pumpkin patch that they're preparing for the Halloween weekend, down and around a dirt road to park next to the stadium.
The engineer's first job is to rake aside the horse manure to create a clean path wide enough for us to lay out our television, audio, and power cables. Our access back and forth between the truck and the stadium is two aluminum ladders placed on either side of the chain link fence.
A cute tiny dog belonging to the family there decided to join us, but was disappointed when nobody would pet her after her vigorous rolling IN the horse shit.
The pizza delivery somehow found us, and we were ravenous enough by then to not care that the tables were right in the middle of the horse dropping covered pasture.
When the game was over, the director pointed his car towards our work area so we could see to put things away by his headlights. After a 12-hour day, you really do quit giving a fuck about the grime accumulating on you as you re-coil the cables and just want to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
Really, though, it wasn't that bad, and we had a lot of fun "moaning" about the conditions, but it's stuff like this that gives you stories to tell later. It was a good day.
