Something I would never expect (M+/MM, MM/M, M+/MM) - part 27
Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2020 6:23 pm
Chapter one - The damn day
Every now and then everyone comes across that particularly nasty day when nothing goes according to plan and when the time slows down; minutes last for hours and hours seem to plod on mercilessly for days. Whatever you have to do during such day costs you much more effort and usually lasts at least twice as long as it should. And the worst thing is that you can’t do anything to make it better; if you try it will only get the matter worse. And that Friday was definitely one of those damn days.
My name is Jeff Wheat and I am a 46 year old construction worker. I like my job a lot; in fact I have always liked spending time with my father in his workshop when I was a young kid, building, mending, finding out ways to solve unpredicted problems. I was never afraid of hard physical work and that helped me develop my muscular silhouette I was really proud of; most guys needed to attend to the gym three or four times a week to gain what got from my work. So even though I wasn’t that young anymore I knew I attracted people’s attention, both women and men. And it stroked my ego when I noticed guys looking at my rock hard six pack, muscled chest and broad shoulders, something they apparently couldn’t achieve.
Unfortunately no matter how much muscles you have, they can’t help you when one of those goddamn days comes along…
I was leaning against the wall, looking for same shade. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, making all the physical work almost unbearable. I took off my hard hat and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I took several deep breaths and looked around; all the guys I was working with had the same problem as me: they were really tired and wanted that day to finish. But, unfortunately, the boss had other plans for us. I saw him getting out of his makeshift office and walking towards me and one other guy, who was standing next to me. We looked each other in the eye; it was obvious that the chief had some work for us and, as we both expected, it wouldn’t be anything we would like to do. We waited for him to join us.
“You guys hanging in there?” He asked.
“Sort of. The heat is killing us today, boss.” I replied.
“Well, we can’t make the sun stop, can we? But never mind. Soon two trucks with cement will arrive and I want you to unload it and move the bags into one of the containers.”
“Two trucks!? And only two people!?” The guy standing next to me asked angrily.
“Of course not, you think I’m an idiot?” The snapped coldly. “I’ll get you some people to help, don’t worry. But the good news is that once you finish with the task, you are free to go home.”
“Is that supposed to make all the work easier?”
“No, I just wanted to show you the light in the dark tunnel.” He said, smiling. “Come on boys, I’ll show you the container.”
I sighed, put my hard hat back on my head and followed the boss. When I left my shaded shelter and went out into the sun again, I immediately started sweating. And I wasn’t any exception; when we reached our destination I noticed that all the guys who were supposed to unload the trucks were all covered in sweat and their shirt were dump and clinging to their bodies. The boss returned to his office, leaving me and my buddies alone. We chatted casually for some time, until one of my mates saw a big lorry coming towards the entry of our construction site.
“Fuck, it will take us forever to unload them…” One of the guys said.
“I know, but there are nine of us here, so maybe if we get ourselves together it won’t be that bad.”
Fortunately the container wasn’t too far from the place where the driver parked his truck. But that didn’t help much; when we opened the back of the lorry we realized it was all packed with bags of cement, each of them weighed twenty five kilograms.
“All right, let’s get to work. Adam and Rick can get on the truck and move the bags to the edge of the floor and the rest of us will carry them to the container. Does this suit you, guys?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my forehead again.
“No problem, let’s deal with this and get out of here.” Adam replied and the rest agreed with him.
It took us almost three hours to unload the first truck and when we were done we had to rest for a moment. We were exhausted and the sun wasn’t making the job any easier for us. Once in a while we had to stop for a second to catch a breath and do something with the sweat flooding our eyes. But then it got worse: the empty truck was replaced with the full one and everything had to start over. Adam and Rick climbed on the lorry and started moving the heavy bags closer to us, so we could grab them and transport them to their new destination. If empting the first lorry was exhausting, doing the same with the second one was pure torture. But finally, after another three long hours, the last bag of cement left the truck and found its place in the container; we were free to go.
“Dude, can you give me a lift today? I need to borrow something from a friend of mine and he lives somewhere near you.” Adam asked.
“Sure, no problem man. But I want to do the grocery shopping first and drop in to my favorite cigar store to get a nice box of fresh stogies.”
“Yeah, I know. The Friday lazy evening…”
He was right: every Friday, when I got back from work I liked to pour myself a large glass of whisky and enjoy a cigar while watching TV. It was something my wife didn’t like too much, but since I was her beloved husband she turned a blind eye on my fad. But today it was supposed to be different: Susan was out of town for three weeks. She said she was having an important conference and, using the opportunity, she wanted to visit her parents for a few days. They lived in the same city the conference was supposed to take place, so it was natural she wanted to use the occasion. And that meant I had the house all to myself.
Adam and I got on my pickup truck and we drove off. Once I did all the shopping I wanted and bought a box of cohiban cigars I dropped my buddy at his friend’s place. We shook hands and I went home. When I arrived I parked the car in the garage, unpacked everything and closed the garage door behind me. But when I was about to enter my own house I realized someone was inside. It seemed that the damn day wasn’t over with me yet…
Every now and then everyone comes across that particularly nasty day when nothing goes according to plan and when the time slows down; minutes last for hours and hours seem to plod on mercilessly for days. Whatever you have to do during such day costs you much more effort and usually lasts at least twice as long as it should. And the worst thing is that you can’t do anything to make it better; if you try it will only get the matter worse. And that Friday was definitely one of those damn days.
My name is Jeff Wheat and I am a 46 year old construction worker. I like my job a lot; in fact I have always liked spending time with my father in his workshop when I was a young kid, building, mending, finding out ways to solve unpredicted problems. I was never afraid of hard physical work and that helped me develop my muscular silhouette I was really proud of; most guys needed to attend to the gym three or four times a week to gain what got from my work. So even though I wasn’t that young anymore I knew I attracted people’s attention, both women and men. And it stroked my ego when I noticed guys looking at my rock hard six pack, muscled chest and broad shoulders, something they apparently couldn’t achieve.
Unfortunately no matter how much muscles you have, they can’t help you when one of those goddamn days comes along…
I was leaning against the wall, looking for same shade. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, making all the physical work almost unbearable. I took off my hard hat and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I took several deep breaths and looked around; all the guys I was working with had the same problem as me: they were really tired and wanted that day to finish. But, unfortunately, the boss had other plans for us. I saw him getting out of his makeshift office and walking towards me and one other guy, who was standing next to me. We looked each other in the eye; it was obvious that the chief had some work for us and, as we both expected, it wouldn’t be anything we would like to do. We waited for him to join us.
“You guys hanging in there?” He asked.
“Sort of. The heat is killing us today, boss.” I replied.
“Well, we can’t make the sun stop, can we? But never mind. Soon two trucks with cement will arrive and I want you to unload it and move the bags into one of the containers.”
“Two trucks!? And only two people!?” The guy standing next to me asked angrily.
“Of course not, you think I’m an idiot?” The snapped coldly. “I’ll get you some people to help, don’t worry. But the good news is that once you finish with the task, you are free to go home.”
“Is that supposed to make all the work easier?”
“No, I just wanted to show you the light in the dark tunnel.” He said, smiling. “Come on boys, I’ll show you the container.”
I sighed, put my hard hat back on my head and followed the boss. When I left my shaded shelter and went out into the sun again, I immediately started sweating. And I wasn’t any exception; when we reached our destination I noticed that all the guys who were supposed to unload the trucks were all covered in sweat and their shirt were dump and clinging to their bodies. The boss returned to his office, leaving me and my buddies alone. We chatted casually for some time, until one of my mates saw a big lorry coming towards the entry of our construction site.
“Fuck, it will take us forever to unload them…” One of the guys said.
“I know, but there are nine of us here, so maybe if we get ourselves together it won’t be that bad.”
Fortunately the container wasn’t too far from the place where the driver parked his truck. But that didn’t help much; when we opened the back of the lorry we realized it was all packed with bags of cement, each of them weighed twenty five kilograms.
“All right, let’s get to work. Adam and Rick can get on the truck and move the bags to the edge of the floor and the rest of us will carry them to the container. Does this suit you, guys?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my forehead again.
“No problem, let’s deal with this and get out of here.” Adam replied and the rest agreed with him.
It took us almost three hours to unload the first truck and when we were done we had to rest for a moment. We were exhausted and the sun wasn’t making the job any easier for us. Once in a while we had to stop for a second to catch a breath and do something with the sweat flooding our eyes. But then it got worse: the empty truck was replaced with the full one and everything had to start over. Adam and Rick climbed on the lorry and started moving the heavy bags closer to us, so we could grab them and transport them to their new destination. If empting the first lorry was exhausting, doing the same with the second one was pure torture. But finally, after another three long hours, the last bag of cement left the truck and found its place in the container; we were free to go.
“Dude, can you give me a lift today? I need to borrow something from a friend of mine and he lives somewhere near you.” Adam asked.
“Sure, no problem man. But I want to do the grocery shopping first and drop in to my favorite cigar store to get a nice box of fresh stogies.”
“Yeah, I know. The Friday lazy evening…”
He was right: every Friday, when I got back from work I liked to pour myself a large glass of whisky and enjoy a cigar while watching TV. It was something my wife didn’t like too much, but since I was her beloved husband she turned a blind eye on my fad. But today it was supposed to be different: Susan was out of town for three weeks. She said she was having an important conference and, using the opportunity, she wanted to visit her parents for a few days. They lived in the same city the conference was supposed to take place, so it was natural she wanted to use the occasion. And that meant I had the house all to myself.
Adam and I got on my pickup truck and we drove off. Once I did all the shopping I wanted and bought a box of cohiban cigars I dropped my buddy at his friend’s place. We shook hands and I went home. When I arrived I parked the car in the garage, unpacked everything and closed the garage door behind me. But when I was about to enter my own house I realized someone was inside. It seemed that the damn day wasn’t over with me yet…