So every morning and every evening me and 7 other dudes load up on these electric golf carts with 4-person trailers to make the long ride into the bowels of the airport. It is ridiculous. They go about half the speed of other traffic (so the catering trucks and blue toilet water suckers are always passing us and giving us the bird as they go by), and since we only have two of them, we have to wait until they are full, so we wind up waiting around a bunch of the time because there always seems to be one or two people straggling behind. (I think this was some sort of cost savings initiative- or maybe just an evil plan to further humiliate me in life, not sure)
Anyway, yesterday, we ran out of juice about half-way out there. We pushed it off to the side and waited for FEMA to rescue us. We were stranded.
The AAA car club sent out a gas-powered all terain macho transport that the cool people get to drive. We used a safety harness as a tow rope. He towed our gay-train into work at a speed never experienced. Internal combustion kicks ass, I don’t care what you hippies say.
This picture was the day that I had to sit in the really short, shitty-ass chair. This chair was better than the milk crates though. I felt like wee-man that day.
I can see that you love your work.
GLAD YOUR ENJOYING YOUR SENTENCE………..
but look you dont have to been over far to put food in you mouth. also with the sun rise makes me say. I love the smell of napalm in the morning:) plus look you would not get a nice neon vest to wear. not every day you get one of those.
Brian,
Nice Picture of you in a control room. Though i was sure you had had enough of that kind of work. Hope you have some music to listen to. Maybe some ABBA, Dancing queen? Maybe not.
Bill,
Don White and Jimmy Slack say hi. I am working on the ticket counters out here in Miami. My goal is to get them all running and be done!
Yes, we need some ABBA playing in the background and maybe a few foreigners with a lack of personal space would be nice too. I tried to get Neil out here, but I don’t think that is going to happen. Good to hear from you!
A far cry from Quadzilla!
You know you want one of those; of course it would have modifications to it like a Chevy Motor, big ass tires and a gun rack :)
It would need a silly name, too.
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