"I'm dyin' here..." And that was at lunch time.
"I can't remember a day when I've ever worked so hard." But that was late in the evening, after most things that could go wrong did.
There was the day spent in the sun on the business end of a shovel, cleaning up after the trencher.
Lunch? No, nothing to eat, just a break sitting in the back of the car with the hatch up.
Later, they pour about a hundred yards of concrete.
Uh oh, a little after 5 and the keys are discoverd locked in the car.
And of course the cell phone battery is so near to dead that it starts beeping at you after about a minute.
The day cools off. Breezy, in the 50s and going down. It's been two hours, and he waits in the portapotty trying to warm up.
Finally the spare key arrives.
This is one of those times when a shower feels simply incredible, and so does the old twin bed. Tomorrow he'll do it all again.
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Postscript
It's the next morning. What an education he's getting. "You know what really hurts? My fingers!" And off he goes.
