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Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
We've got a new yard cleaner at work, nice enough chap, late 50s, very agricultural accent (maybe Suffolk or Norfolk)...nice enough but has some odd behaviour, always chucking in odd comments about anything and everything, keeps telling you the obvious, just slightly annoying...
So today i have an industrial bin with a dodgy castor to replace. Simple job, chock or jack it up, undo 4 bolts, replace castor, job done.
He's brought it to me on a hand pallet truck, with a couple of bits of timber resting on the forks to give the truck enough height to reach the bin. Just the job actually because it meant i had the means to get the wheel off the floor without even trying. Its what i'd have probably have done anyway.
After i'd fixed it, he said
'were you wary about my timber trick ?'
'Eh ?'
'i put some timbers on the forks so it'd reach the bin, it's a trick i learned years ago'
' No it was fine, it aint rocket science'
Odd fella....
Sounds to me like he was proud of thinking of it, (or of learning it), and was prompting for you to say what a good idea it was.