Yesterday, I got a call from one of the crews that they had a bad tire on the trailer. They were limping back to the shop.
Today, the slowest-worker-known-to-man was in to fix it. S was the driver here the first year I worked here, however he lost his license and doesn’t drive anymore. He is also the owners brother-in-law and lives in a house that his sister owns. He gets brought in to do odd jobs at the office now, just to pay rent.
He had been working on it for a few hours. Well, he was under the trailer, I could see his feet. I only ass-u-med he was working. Then he emerged and walked towards the office.
‘You’ll need to drive the trailer to the shop.” He said to me. I called his bllsht. I don’t generally trust what he tells me. “Seriously.” I told him I’d need to confirm this with the Big Cheese. I called the boss and his first words were to me, “Am I asking too much?” I said, “Nah. You’re the one that thinks I can pull this off…”
So, I hooked-up someone else’s truck and pulled out.
I figured if any police black flagged me, I’d say, “What are you talking about? I HAD four tires when I left!
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