Punched In the Face
I was kind of fired up to get back to work, but as Mike Tyson once famously said:
"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face."
Ten degrees and blowing snow.
"This sucks," I screamed out at just a little after seven o'clock.
I had been outside in shorts just 36 hours before.
"Why do we live here?" I asked Melky and Paris as we gathered for our first ride together in a long while.
I had a heavy coat on, long underwear too.
Still, first job was blowing snow hard and the walk was very icy.
I was shuffling my steps and felt a little like Tim Conway when he used to do that little walk on the Carol Burnett Show.
(God, I'm old - that's an old reference).
Everything is slower in the cold weather.
Traffic moves slowly...
...we're all waiting for the weather to announce how much snow we might be getting.
I complained about it to the first group I saw.
"It's going to be close to 50 by Saturday," the guy said.
I took a deep breath...
...that's welcome news.
I stuck next to the propane torch heater. Every time that I do that on a job I think about my first labor foreman, Joe Black, who'd got too close with clothes that went up.
Poor Joe.
I took a step back.
Then I headed outside to the freezing cold and the blowing snow...
...felt like a punch in the face.
"Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face."
Ten degrees and blowing snow.
"This sucks," I screamed out at just a little after seven o'clock.
I had been outside in shorts just 36 hours before.
"Why do we live here?" I asked Melky and Paris as we gathered for our first ride together in a long while.
I had a heavy coat on, long underwear too.
Still, first job was blowing snow hard and the walk was very icy.
I was shuffling my steps and felt a little like Tim Conway when he used to do that little walk on the Carol Burnett Show.
(God, I'm old - that's an old reference).
Everything is slower in the cold weather.
Traffic moves slowly...
...we're all waiting for the weather to announce how much snow we might be getting.
I complained about it to the first group I saw.
"It's going to be close to 50 by Saturday," the guy said.
I took a deep breath...
...that's welcome news.
I stuck next to the propane torch heater. Every time that I do that on a job I think about my first labor foreman, Joe Black, who'd got too close with clothes that went up.
Poor Joe.
I took a step back.
Then I headed outside to the freezing cold and the blowing snow...
...felt like a punch in the face.
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