The Ladies Man
Last week I delivered a load of shingles to a contractor who as building condos in Big Sky Montana. While I was rolling up tarps, I noticed two nice classy women jogging along, so I wanted to impress them with my good looking working class charm. So I decided, I would show them a brute act of lifting my rolled up tarp onto the flatbed without the aid of the forklift.
So I donned my leather gloves and grabbed ahold of the tarp. I arched my back and heaved it up to the deck but my synchronization was a bit off and the tarp slipped. On it's way to the ground, the yhook from the bunjee cord holding it rolled up caught the crotch of my pants and proceeded to rip my wranglers from the crotch to my knee. Of course I was wearing the silk spongue bob square pants boxer shorts my 8 y.o. daughter got me for my b'day. So here I was watching two classy joggers whispering and giggling as sponge bob looked on as well. Not sure which was more embarrsed me or sponge bob. He managed to stay yellow though I turned red, so I guess I'm the winner on redness!
My time is running out on this machine and out of quarters, so I'll spare you another story until next time, until them I'm here in the mile high waiting for tommorrow to head to the sticker patch!
TN, didn't find you to say goodbye, but good to meet you and I'm at the same place two or three days a week loading for here or there so when I see your truck, I'll give you a shout.