It has been fun, but it's not over yet. Thank God I am retired and I don't have to waste all that time working any more. That was fifty years of my life that I can forget. (40 as an electrician) But there were some interesting times, one that I thought about last night. About 2:15 this morning for some stupid reason this guy popped into my head. Lets call him Tony. Oh wait, that's his real name, so I will call him Jack to protect his privacy.
Jack was completely bald, more so than I am but at that time I had Einstein hair. Him and I were working together on a motorized scaffold so we had to stand close to each other. One day Jack comes in with a full wig on. Not one of those little Frank Sinatra or William Shatner wigs, but a "full" wig. It looked like he took an ice cream scoop and hollowed out a raccoon and put it on his head. Jack was so bald that he didn't even have eyebrows, but it didn't matter because this thing went down to his eyes. If it was 1/2" lower, he also could have used it for eyelashes.
So anyway, bald Jack comes in wearing this dead animal and starts working like I am not going to notice. It was like if you are in a bare room, with nothing in it but you, and all of a sudden Big Foot is standing in front of you wearing a coon skin cap doing the Macarana.
I mean you can't make this stuff up. So i didn't say anything because he didn't and I went about my work. When I spoke to him, I couldn't look right at him because he looked so much like a cross between a bad Elvis Presley impressionist and Peppi Le Pew. I kept expecting him to break out in a rendition of Jail House Rock. So for the rest of my time there jack wore that wig and no one said anything. One more thing about Jack. He was dating our bookkeeper, who had nine kids. Nine.
