Can ya feel the sarcasm?
Golly gee whiz, it's so nice to see that we are going to have an actual winter after all.
From what I've heard last night was an adventure for most people. A shitty adventure for some.
Archie got into an accident, wrote off his welding truck. His fucking welding truck. That's his living right there. I managed to call him right after it happened, he sounded like he was going mad. There wasn't much keeping him from screaming into the phone and all I got out of him when I first called was that he wrote off his truck, he was ok and he had to go. When I called him back a little later (it was killing me to wait) I found out what happened. Let's just say he's lucky to be alive, his welding truck wasn't wasn't some little dinky truck, so if that thing got smashed up as badly as he said he is very lucky indeed. The guy doesn't wear a fucking seatbelt, so I have a hard time believing that he's really not hurt. I guess I'll find out when I talk to him today. We only talked for a little bit then, he really didn't want to talk about it...or anything. He did end up calling me back later, after he'd had a drink or two. It hurt my heart to hear how upset he is about this. I wish there was something I could do other than hope that he'll get some sleep and be able to calm down.
Needless to say, it was not a good night.
From what I've heard last night was an adventure for most people. A shitty adventure for some.
Archie got into an accident, wrote off his welding truck. His fucking welding truck. That's his living right there. I managed to call him right after it happened, he sounded like he was going mad. There wasn't much keeping him from screaming into the phone and all I got out of him when I first called was that he wrote off his truck, he was ok and he had to go. When I called him back a little later (it was killing me to wait) I found out what happened. Let's just say he's lucky to be alive, his welding truck wasn't wasn't some little dinky truck, so if that thing got smashed up as badly as he said he is very lucky indeed. The guy doesn't wear a fucking seatbelt, so I have a hard time believing that he's really not hurt. I guess I'll find out when I talk to him today. We only talked for a little bit then, he really didn't want to talk about it...or anything. He did end up calling me back later, after he'd had a drink or two. It hurt my heart to hear how upset he is about this. I wish there was something I could do other than hope that he'll get some sleep and be able to calm down.
Needless to say, it was not a good night.