It started on 17 July past. I was asked by the boss (but not Bruce Springsteen) if I would be interested in driving to St. John's to take a crew member to the airport early Sunday morning. "Yes", was the answer because driving is more fun than sitting around trying to plan my own day, and besides, we needed some pipe at the Home Depot to complete the hookup of our new central vac system.The trip included a stop at the Nalcor site at Bull Arm to pick up said crew member, who at the time of my arrival insisted on finishing the smoke he had just lit while I sat in the truck and watched...exciting stuff that. I tried to urge him on, but he is one of those types that don't actually engage in conversation because he doesn't hear a bloody thing you have to say, and just stood there blowing smoke and smiling.
This meant I had to gun the damn thing the rest of the way to meet with success in my ever existant list of things to do when in the big city. This list had shopping included and I was running behind in the middle of roadwork season.
The rest of the trip was me listening to computer talk and the benefits of the new video camera that this dude had just purchased. All great stuff to a guy with no interest in technology whatsoever, but as I have said he's the kind that simply waits for you to stop talking so he can drop a statement unrelated to what you have said like a chunk of concrete in the middle of already strained conversation.
Photo Credit: Frederick Kelloway
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