At the facility where I work I'm known as a, "Repeat Offender".
I am among a number of guys that keep showing up, keep coming back when other jobs finish up or don't work out.
They are happy to have us here but they are understandably skittish. They never know when we might smell greener grass somewhere.
I have been in and out of here since 2001 or '02.
The first few times I was an independent contractor. Here a few days at a time working on King Airs. (This place began as an Aero-Commander shop.)
When I arrived three years ago I staked out a parking place. (It's still mine! LOL!) Lot's of guys have habitual parking spots. We can be territorial too.
I'd only been here a few days. At lunch time one day, I backed into a little white Chevy. I stopped, got out and looked. No visible damage.
Heading back inside I asked around for the owner.
That's when I met Joe, "Uh, you Joe?"
"David.", I reached out to shake his hand, "I uh, guess I just backed into your car."
No damage. No foul. No hard feelings. I'm still driving the same truck and he's still driving the same little white Chevy car. We've been 'Work Friends' ever since. He does have a new parking spot.
I haven't seen him around much lately. When I do see him he's not in work clothes.
There has been hushed talk about Joe.
Yesterday, I noticed a black and white picture posted on the bulletin board by the time clock.
It looked like some sort of Andy Warhol copy. Six images. Three across the top and three on bottom. From a distance they all looked the same.
It was a series of X-Rays of my friend Joe's head.
That funny looking gray smudge in the middle?
A Goddamn big tumor in my friends brain.
Joe had written on the paper, "This is why I'm not here with you guys. Hope to be back soon!"
Me too Joe. Me too.
- ▼ September (7)