Mike is the salesman who looks stone faced, old and grumpy, or just boring. I got back to the shop and saw him and the owner trying to operate a folder- inserter and I went over to help. The boss said something about who was going to deliver it. Mike said he could not be there in the morning. He looked at me and said he was working another job. Just to make small talk I ask what he was doing. He then told me he was driving an explosives truck. He said his son trains dogs on base to sniff explosives and he got him a job driving the truck because he had a hazmat license. Wow, I said, well I guess nobody will mess with you in that job, to which he replied "I almost got hijacked last week, now I have to get a concealed carry permit, [ for a handgun, for all you folks that live elsewhere.] It seems that the Hells Angels and Outlaws are going to war again, and they want the big stuff. It sure is hard to picture that mild mannered salesman hanging out the window of his explosives truck, popping off slugs into some hard core bikers, and then showing up to demo the new fax.
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