The Best Laid Plans

Since Friend got fired the other day, it's been a humorous thing to walk up to me, and ask if I want to go for a ride. Some people, it's almost funny. Most, I just tell them that it's messed up. I get to listen to "Why'd you let him go?" or, "What kept you from talkin' him out of it?," many times each day. I let it roll off for the most part.

With one, short, fat, exception. This guy just doesn't know when to shut the hell up. All day, yesterday, he kept coming up and asking if I wanted to take his bike for a ride, asking when my lunch time was, etc. Finally, I told him that if I had my bike there, I would go in a heartbeat. He said his bike wasn't there, but if I rode in tomorrow (today), we should head out during his lunch, at 11:30.

Normally, my first break isn't until 1:30. But, I was going to leave after four hours to go to Chuck's funeral. That would have put me out the door at 12. I asked my foreman if I could come in at 7:30 instead of 8, so that I could leave when first shift went on lunch. "Sure, no problem."

Then I explained why I wanted to leave at that time, and he started laughing his ass off, telling me that if it worked, it would be one of the funniest things he'd seen there in a long while.

My plan? When the fat man came around asking if I wanted to go for a ride, I was going to think for a second, look around, and say that it sounded like a good idea to me. But we would have to wait until after 11:30 so that any bosses going to lunch would be gone.

It was my plan to lead him down to Oregon (about 25 minutes away... lunch is 30 minutes), and then tell him that I forgot to mention that I was done for the day, and he better get his ass back to the shop or he'd get fired, too!

I rode in... he didn't. As a matter of fact, he didn't come near me the whole four hours I was there. Damnit!

However, I got some concerned stares as I hopped on the bike and took off "early."

Heheh.... not what I hoped for, but it will do.

Posted by That 1 Guy at June 29, 2005 11:04 PM | TrackBack