Construction Zoned
The foreman had his ear pinned to the walky talky a very tall and statesman type of guy he was he looked at me leaning on my shovel and almost began to cry. He said WHY what are you doing where is the work you should be producing? Eye sighed a great big sigh?
Who are you? Eye said with a glint of achievement and what is it that you want me to do? Eye do not read minds? He almost cryed tears of understandment when he realized just what was happening.
OH eye neglected to tell you just what it was that eye was wanting you to do he said with a smile at me then and he took up my tool a long handled shovel and showed me the best way there is
He proceeded to dig out a bolt from the base of his structure a tower of iron not unlike an antenna of some kind. He uncovered the bolt on one side and then not being unkind he gave me the shovel and let me unwind and he said just how sorry he was again. There is one bolt at each corner he preached it at me please make all four of them clean. When eye was done the bolts was all there waiting for wrench to be turned. Eye had learned to be ware of instruction not shared.
This is my construction zoned.