Warning: This post contains
ADULT LANGUAGE
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“Hey, you! Yeah, you! You’re supposed to be wearing a hardhat out here! What the hell’s the matter with you?” he yelled through the louvered window of the trailer. Christ, seventeen weeks on the job and you’d think I could get these idiots to remember something other than lunchtime. The bastard didn’t even acknowledge him. Enraged, the manager stormed out of the trailer.
The leathery faced man looked up, nodded and waved as he continued to lace his boot.
“Hey, asshole, I’m talking to you. Put your goddamned hardhat on!” I’m working with a bunch of fucking dumbasses out here.
As he slipped the straps of his overalls onto his shoulders, the leathery faced man stretched his muscles.
What the fuck have we got here, some sort of prima donna? “I told you to put that goddamned hat on your fucking head! Now either do it, or get your fucking ass off my worksite!”
The leathery faced man turned and squinted, he hooked a thumb in the waist of his pants, and took a closer look at the manager.
“Am I talking to the deaf, or are you just fucking stupid!” Jeee-zus, do they even interview these morons before they hire them?
The leathery faced man picked up his hardhat, ran a hand through his hair, and put it on. Draping an inside-out jacket over his shoulder, he picked up something else from the bed of the truck and walked up to the trailer.
“What are you, some sort of fucking mute? Think you’re ‘big shit’ driving a fancy pickup truck and ignoring the one guy out here who can fire your ass?” This deutsche bag must really be stupid the way he’s… oh, fuck!
Shrugging into his yellow jacket, the leathery face man reached out and took a sign off the front of the trailer. He hung a new one in its place. In a voice far quieter than expected, he answered, “No sir, I am neither deaf, stupid or mute. Nor do I consider myself to be a ‘big shit’ anywhere I go.” He glanced down at the managers running shoes. “What I do consider myself to be is the OSHA inspector assigned to visit this worksite today.”
The leathery faced man passed the manager a clipboard and instructed him to sign in several places. With a shake of his head, and a ‘maybe-you’re-the-idiot’ smile, he handed the manager a carbon copy of the form. After pointedly adjusting his hardhat, the leathery faced man glanced at the new sign and casually walked back to his truck.
The manager flung his hardhat to the ground; he looked down at the non-regulation shoes he’d rushed out of the trailer wearing in his fit of rage, and reread the notice revoking the site permit before he glanced at the sign again.
QUARRY CLOSED UNTIL
FURTHER NOTICE
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Safety violation noted:
Non-regulation footwear
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Nina D'Arcangela
Sotet Angyal 
April 25th, 2014 at 11:40 am
Beautifully played
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April 25th, 2014 at 8:29 pm
Thank you, Sue – I love throw in a cheeky one every now and then! 🙂
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April 25th, 2014 at 12:20 pm
Nothing like a little delayed irony.
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April 25th, 2014 at 8:29 pm
Indeed! Sometimes, you do end up getting exactly what you deserve. 😉
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April 30th, 2014 at 1:03 pm
Great post; a zig when one expected a zag! Loved it, Nina! 🙂
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May 20th, 2014 at 1:28 pm
LMBO! I had fun with this one. I know it doesn’t fit the horrific but not ‘horror’ theme, but I couldn’t resist. A fun, quirky little rant that ended in justice! So rarely does anything end just these days. Thank ya!! :}
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