Arund 4:00am Saturday morning I picked up a pipe layer who’s in town from Louisiana to assist BGE in laying pipe. He climbed into my car at one hotel and we drove to another. “I won’t lie,” he said unsolicited, “I was with a woman.” That was pretty much all l understood on our short drive from the woman to his temporary home; he was drunk and, well, from Louisiana.
I did, however, manage to discern a few other things:
- a one month job with BGE had turned into 3 months with no end in sight;
- he hates BGE — “they don’t know what the f*ck they’re doing!” — and he’ll never work with them again;
- Miller Light is his favorite beer;
- his plans for the next hour were to drink a beer, shower, drink another beer and head to Silver Spring to start his 12 hour shift.
Mind you, he hadn’t slept in the last 24 hours. Louisiana.
Arriving at his hotel he said, “want to come in for a beer?”
“Thanks, but I’ve got a lot more driving to do tonight.”
“Oh, come on… you’ve got time for one beer.”
“Really, I can’t, but thanks.”
“How about a joint?” Same response from me. “Take it with you, smoke it in the car.”
“My next riders would smell it. I might get in trouble.”
“Damn,” he said, climbing out of the car, “you northerners sure are uptight.”
Perhaps we are.