Long before I landed in my career as an electrician, I danced through a host of other jobs, including a stint at a local department store. While there, I had the good fortune of being responsible for the toy department, which fit me beautifully. My boss, however, walked with a waddle and said strange things to me. Often, he would stop by just to say, “Everybody loves a duck, Mitch.”
He was my boss, so I never tried to get to the
bottom of that.
Years later, I got even in my own fashion. The
sprinkler fitter foreman on a big commercial job proved an apt target. He was
nearly too friendly and an obvious drug abuser. I liked him a lot. He smoked a
pipe, which refused to stay lit for him, and he stared at the wood-framed walls
for an inordinately long time before drilling the holes required for his
system. I often strode right up to him just to say “perpendicular” with raised
eyes before briskly walking away in silence.
—Mitchell Hegman
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