The words which come out of my mouth are usually not of a potty mouth nature, yet some situations seem to bring the sailor out of me. It was a bright and sunny Tuesday afternoon at Portland Tractor Inc. where I happen to work. The day was comprised of working outside in the sun while chopping wooden pallets down to a manageable size so that the area could be presentable once more. Obviously with cutting the pallets down, smaller bits of wood were scattered around the area. As soon as my eyes met the little pieces of wood lying near the large metal bin to where I was disposing of the wood, my compulsive need for perfection instantly kicked into overdrive. I ran over to the side of the bin and picked up the wood in victorious fashion. Unfortunately for me, I had forgotten that the door to the bin was directly above my head.
As I was about to taunt the pieces of wood for losing the fight, my head slammed directly into the metal door handle and caused for me to let out a yelp of pain. For a split second my thoughts were to try and fight the urge to shout the words which I sought so much to speak and yet the pain was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. That's when the sailor came out of me. Lets just say that I said a lot of combinations of words which haven't came out of my mouth before. I think the moral of the story on this one is to not try and battle pieces of wood because the victory isn't worth the pain.
The Siblings
