The Gravy Train; Team of Choice: Germany
He emerges from the marble bathroom wrapped in a luxurious bathrobe; pads barefoot across the impossibly deep carpet to the window.
The view from his suite is incredible, the city laid out before his bare, stubby toes. Not long ago, swinging his hammer under the burning sun, he’d never imagined such a world, let alone pictured himself in it. How very far he’s come.
Sometimes his sudden wealth embarrasses him, and he almost wishes it away, wishes his old hard but honest life back.
Today he gives in, picks up the phone, and orders one of everything from room service.