Mister Brick Washer Grocery Bag Feet
RW: Hello Mister Brick Washer guy, nice to see you today. I noticed that you have grocery bags for feet and that your pants are split down the side so I can tell you are a professional.
Mister Brick Washer Guy: No comprende and more gibberish that sounds like a mix of spanish, hungarian and japanese.
RW: Ummm, ok. Look buddy, I like you, so heres the deal. Use your safety fall protection harness correctly and tie off with your lanyard while you are working out of this aerial lift or I am going to throw you off the job. Got it?
Mister Brick Washer Guy: babble, babble, babble....babble, babble.
I could make out that he said he was ok, apparently he didnt want my help. No pal, you arent ok, the hydraulics on that particular type of lift could potentially catapult you out of the basket resulting in your serious injury or most likely, death. You need to listen to Uncle Rob and like a good boy, TIE OFF!
RW: Oh yeah, thats right. I dont speak gibberish. I took gibberish in the 12th grade, but it didnt stick...(now on radio) mr brick washer guy's foreman, come back...yeah buddy, come on over to the north side of building A, we need to chat.
There were no winners this day. Sure, technically I did win. He is gone and no longer presents a hazard on my jobsites, but I tell ya, we lost a good one. His contributions to the completion of this project will be missed. No one spoke gibberish more eloquently. . . no one was more fashionable, his trash bags for shoes idea was cutting edge and i will forever be affected.
walk of shame
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