This is part three of a never ending series of posts. I have the beginning, the end and most of the middle figured out, But stringing them all together may take some time. So, read, enjoy, and click on the ads.
Billy and Kevin led us around an obtuse corner, and told us to stop. "Stand here, and don't look back around the corner, but don't get comfortable either. We are just going to be a second." Kevin said, looking us in the eye. The seriousness in his voice and the intensity of his stare made me uncomfortable, and I could tell from the way Joe fidgeted and moved he was a little intimidated as well.
From either end they grabbed a barrel, hoisting it quickly and easily up to their chest. Rushing back around the corner, we heard the barrel bouncing down the tunnel we had just run through.
"Aren't those guys from the custodial staff?" I whispered to Joe, afraid they would hear me. These were clearly men of action, men of action who had me stuck in a tunnel, and I was in no hurry to cross them.
Joe said "I knew I recognized those clothes! I couldn't place them, but..." A small pop and an unusually odd sort of whoosh sound was followed by a gust of wind that carried an odd, industrial smell. Followed quickly by our captors/saviors.
"What was that?" I asked.
"It was a barrel of spray foam insulation. The kind that expands so much. We sealed off the tunnel, temporarily. It won't take long for them to dig through so we have to hurry." Billy said, turning to run.
"You have a barrel of foam insulation? That stuff is ridiculously expensive. Who sells it by the barrel? How did you afford it?" I was shocked that the words were coming from my mouth. The only thing I wanted less than to run down this dark, musty tunnel with these guys is to have them lose their temper and leave me behind. For one thing, they had the lights, secondly, if Becky dug through that foam insulation with such an awful headache she was going to be furious, and third I would be alone, in a dark tunnel filled with God knows what. But, the absurdity of the situation was starting to press in on the sides of my head, and force the questions out.
"Look, we bought it off Amazon, they have everything. And we used the company account, because you're right, it cost a fortune." Kevin said, "now can we go?"
Joe must have felt emboldened by my ill timed questions. He blurted out, "aren't you guys custodians? Is your budget that big?"
Kevin and Billy looked at each other, then at Joe. Kevin said, "and maintenance personnel."
"Oh." Joe said. And we all started running.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Next Stop, (I'm still working on that.) Part 3 (tales of the resistance)
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.